Final bow In a disused music hall Of laughter and mime The airwave police Were the only admirers To admire Sliding sideways in a rusty old ford The driver's broken down And the old girl screams Walking through wrong dreams Tall stories Mobile TV Radio Nobody came The station is abandoned You search here for peace day Some old man said 'Just do your best' And I think passed away And my shadow is never far behind And I must find Another role to play Visit maskmaker Please bend my mind Someone. No-one I really don't mind
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