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black vinyl man with black plasticised imaginationmore fodder for the new lost generationi got a question to send you to the nearest closetwhy can't you let us do it like JONI does itthere you go again, giving it your very besttrying so hard to make it sound like all thee restand as your factory sanctifies your wooden soulyou gave us T.V. dinners, now it's T.V. rock 'n' rollwe're growing pwe're growing upto radio musicolai got political inclinations to announcebut no way, if it doesn't scan with your accountsi got some spiritual ideology for youi know it's gotta correspond with the corporation viewwe're growing upwe're growing pto radio musicolayou can find it in the streetsyou can find it in the elevatorsyou can find it where the ladies wash their handsit emanates from littleboxes on the wall and it'llsoon be coming in disposable tin cansmy soul shows art to me, but dollars says my radiowall street liquid lunches showing us the way to gowhy tolerate this numismatical polity?there isn't any other way, there isn't any other way, more's the pitywe're growing upwe're growing upto radio musicola
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