Тексты песен The Mountain Goats

clear sky over Calcutta -- a warm wind.
Dvorak on the short wave
clear signal coming in
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long vowels spill like liquid from your mouth.
i hang on every word you say.
an army of transistor radios on the bookshelf left on all day.
let them play, yeah let 'em all play on and on and on.
let 'em all play longer and louder and long after you're gone
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la la la la la la
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clear sky sheltering our fragile little house
listening to the radio all the time
your hand on my forehead as though to check for a fever
yeah big plans in mind.
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