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Sunday morning nine o'clock
I start to roll overher voice fills my every cell
I'm gliding out of time
My dial's locked on her frequency
Diving in electric wavesthe surfaec far aboveno need for solid ground or air
I'm losing track of place
My dial's locked on her frequency
Around and around this room I gooperator told me to hang ona friendly word is what I'm losing her
Day sixteen, i'm in the netmy body's barely alivesubconsciousness alarming methere's only moment's left
Still I am locked on her Frequencyhopelessly I am locked on her Frequencyon her frequency
Her voice is always in the airinside my head, I just can't bare
I'll never get to her this wayshe keeps hanging on
Please someone cut the cable
Please someone cut the cable
Please someone cut the cablenow
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