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Author: Roger Waters
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Album title: Radio KAOS
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The Story
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Benny is a Welsh coal miner. He is a radio ham. He is 23 years old,
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married to Molly. They have a son, young Ben, aged 4, and a new baby.
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They look after Benny's twin brother Billy, who is apparently a
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vegetable. The mine is closed by the market forces. The Male Voice
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Choir stops singing, the village is dying.
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One night Benny takes Billy on a pub crawl. Drunk in a brightly-lit
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shopping mall, Benny vents his anger on a shop window full of multiple
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TV images of Margaret Thatcher's mocking condescension. In defiance,
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he steals a cordless 'phone. Later that night, Benny cavorts
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dangerously on the parapet of a motorway footbridge, in theatrical
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protest at the tabloid press. That same night, a cab driver is killed
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by a concrete block dropped off a similar bridge.
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The police come to question Benny; he hides the cordless 'phone under
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the cushion of Billy's wheelchair.
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Billy is different, he can receive radio waves directly without the
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aid of a tuner; he explores the cordless 'phone, recognizing its
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radioness. Benny is sent to prison. Billy feels as if half of him
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has been cut off. He misses Benny's nightly conversations with radio
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hams in foreign parts. Molly, unable to cope, sends Billy to stay
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with his Great Uncle David, who had emigrated to the USA during the
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war. Much as Billy likes Uncle David and the sunshine and all the new
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radio in LA, he cannot adjust to the cultural upheaval and the loss of
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Benny, who for him is 'home'.
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Uncle David, now an old man, is haunted by having worked on the
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Manhattan project during World War II, designing the Atom Bomb, and
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seeks to atone. He also is a radio ham; he often talks to other hams
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about the Black Hills of his youth, the Male Voice Choir, about home.
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He is saddened by the use of telecommunication to trivialise important
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issues, the soap opera of state. However, Live Aid has decynicised
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him to an extent. Billy listens to David and hears the truth the old
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man speaks.
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Billy experiments with his cordless 'phone, he learns to make calls.
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He accesses computers and speech synthesizers, he learns to speak.
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Billy makes contact with Jim a DJ at Radio KAOS, a renegade rock
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station fighting a lone rear guard action against format radio. Billy
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and Jim become radio friends, Reagan and Thatcher bomb Lybia. Billy
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perceives this as an act of political "entertainment" fireworks to
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focus attention away from problems at "home".
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Billy has developed his expertise with the cordless 'phone to the
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point where he can now control the most powerful computers in the
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world. He plans an "entertainment" of his own. He simulates nuclear
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attack everywhere, but de-activates the military capability of "the
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powers that be" to retaliate. In extremes perceptions change, Panic,
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comedy, compassion. In a SAC bunker a soldier in a white cravat turns
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a key to launch the counter attack. Nothing happens; impotently he
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kicks the console, hurting his foot. He watches the approaching blips
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on the radar screen. As impact approaches, he thinks of his wife and
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kids, he puts his fingers in his ears.
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Silence. White out. Black out. Lights out. It didn't happen, we're
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still alive. Billy has drained the earth of power to create his
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illusion. All over the dark side of the earth, candles are lit. In
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the pub in Billy's home village in Wales one man starts to sing; the
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other men join in. The tide is turning.
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Billy is home.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
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Jim: This is K.A.O.S. You and I are listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.
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Let's go to the telephones now and take a request.
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Billy: Hello, I'm Billy.
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Jim: Yes?
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Billy: I hear radio waves in my head.
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Jim: You hear radio waves in your head? Ah! Is there a request that
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you have tonight for KAOS?
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Radio Waves
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Radio waves. Radio waves.
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He hears radio waves. Radio waves.
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The atmosphere is thin and cold
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The yellow sun is getting old
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The ozone overflows with radio waves
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AM, FM, weather and news
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Our leaders had a frank exchange of views
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Are you confused, radio waves.
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Radio waves, radio waves
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AM radio waves, FM radio waves
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Radio waves, mind-numbing radio waves
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Fish-stunning radio waves
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Radio waves.
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Magic Billy in his wheel chair
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Is picking up all this stuff in the air
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Billy is face to face with outer space
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Messages from distant stars
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The local police calling all cars, radio waves
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Hear them radio waves, radio waves
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Jesus saves radio, radio waves
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Radio waves, AM radio waves, FM radio waves
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All them radio waves
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Radio waves, radio waves, he hears radio waves
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Radio waves, radio waves, hopeful radio waves, dopeful radio waves
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Radio waves, Russian radio waves, Prussian radio waves
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Eastern radio waves, Western radio waves
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Testing radio waves, one two. One two.
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Radio waves. Getting through to you
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More code radio waves, Tobacco road radio waves
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South to Paloma radio waves, Oklahoma City radio waves
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Sitting pretty radio waves, nitty-gritty radio waves
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Radio waves
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Jim: Alright, that's a song called Radio Waves. You are listening to
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KAOS in Los Angeles and we've got Billy on the line.
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Billy: I'm from the valleys.
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Jim: You're from the valley?
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Billy: No, Jim you schmuck, the Valleys; male voice choirs, Wales.
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Jim: Ah, you're from Wales! Now is this sperm or blue-tip?
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Billy: Ha, ha, ha, ha. Very funny Jim.
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Jim: Sorry.
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Billy: Me and Benny went out.
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Jim: Who's Benny?
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Who Needs Information
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Me and Benny went out last night
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Looking for fun
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Supping ale in the moonlight
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Waiting for the dawn to come
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Benny pointed at a HiFi shop
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He said hey man look at all the stuff they've got
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How'd you make a have out of a have not
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Hmmmm.
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Who needs information
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When you're working underground
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Just give me confirmation
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We could win a million pounds
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Benny climbed up on a footbridge
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And he teetered on the parapet
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He said can you see the whites of their headlights
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Are they coming yet
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Who needs information
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This high off the ground
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Just give me confirmation
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We could win a million pounds
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Who needs information
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When you're living in constant fear
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Just give me confirmation
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There's some way out of here
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Some way out of here
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Benny hefted a breeze block
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And tried to let go
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Got hung up on a tear drop
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So me and Benny went home
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Who needs information
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When you're living in constant fear
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Just give me confirmation
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There's some way out of here
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Some way out of here
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Who needs information yeah
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When you're living on borrowed time
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Just give me confirmation
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There will be a winner this time
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Who needs information when you're working underground
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Just give me confirmation
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We could win a million pounds
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Who needs, who needs, who needs information
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This high off the ground
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Just give me confirmation
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We could win a million pounds - yeah
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Jim: Um. <lights a cigarette> So your brother's in jail?
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Me or Him
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You wake up in the morning, get something for the pot
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Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot
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Draw on the walls, eat, get laid
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Back in the good old days
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Then some damn fool invents the wheel
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Listen to the whitewalls squeal
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You spend all day looking for a parking spot
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Nothing for the heart, nothing for the pot
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Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
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Oh how he wanted to talk to the people,
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he wanted his own show
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Tune in Moscow. Tune in New York
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Listen tot the Welsh kid talk
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Communicating like in the good old days
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Forgive me father for I have sinned
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It was either me or him
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And a voice said Benny
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You fucked the whole thing up
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Benny your time is up
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Your time is up
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Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
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He wanted to talk to the people
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He wanted his own show
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Tune in Moscow. Tune in New York
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Listen to the Welsh kid talk communicating
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Like in the good old days
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Forgive me Father
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Welsh Policeman: Mobile One Two to Central.
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For I have sinned
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Welsh Policeman: We have a multiple on the A465
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between Cwmbran and Cylgoch.
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Father it was either me or him.
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Father can we turn back the clock?
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Welsh Policeman: Ambulance, over.
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I never meant to drop the concrete block.
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Welsh Policeman: Roger central, over and out.
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Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
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He wanted to talk to the people
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He wanted his own show
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Tune in Moscow. Tune in New York
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Listen to the Welsh kid talk
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Just like in the good old days
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The good old days
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Radio announcer: Do you really think Iranian terrorists
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would have taken Americans hostage if Ronald Reagan
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were president? Do you really think the Russians
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would have invaded Afghanistan if Ronald Reagan were
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president? Do you really think third-rate military
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dictators would laugh at America and burn our flag in
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contempt if Ronald Reagan were president?
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Concerned Citizen: Well, it might work!
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Hostage: We as a group do most importantly want to beseech
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President Reagan and our fellow Americans to refrain
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from any form of military or violent means as an attempt,
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no matter how noble or heroic, to secure our freedom.
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Concerned Citizen: Sure! Only it's going to be mighty dangerous
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for you, Cassidy
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Hoppy's faithful sidekick: guess you don't know Hopalong Cassidy,
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Mister. Adventure's his bread, excitement's his butter
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and danger, why to him that's like strawberry jam to
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top it off.
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Jim: This is some live rock and roll at KAOS, where rock and roll
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comes out of chaos and a song called "The Powers that Be"
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The Powers That Be
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The powers that be
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They like a tough game
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No rules
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Some you win, some you lose
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Competition's good for you
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They're dying to be free
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They're the powers that be
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They like a bomb proof cadillac
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Air conditioned, gold taps,
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Back seat gun rack, platinum hub caps
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They pick horses for courses
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They're the market forces
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Nice car Jack
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They like order, make-up, lime light power
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Game shows, rodeos, star wars, TV
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They're the powers that be
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If you see them come,
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You better run - run
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You better run on home
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Sisters of mercy better join your brothers
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Put a stop to the soap opera right now
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They say the toothless get ruthless
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You better run on home
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You better run - run
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You better run on home
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The powers that be
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They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks
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They like fear and loathing, they like sheep's clothing
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And blacked-out vans
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Blacked-out vans, contingency plans
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They like death or glory, they love a good story
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They love a good story
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Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers
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Put a stop to the soap opera state
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They say the toothless get ruthless
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Run home before its too late
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You better run - run
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You better run on home
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Billy: Goodnight, Jim.
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Jim: Goodnight, Billy.
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Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof!
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The canyon - daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David's Great Dane.
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Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper
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and your Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish.
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Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports,
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forty under the console giggle stick ling cod,
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twenty-three purple perches four sledgehammerhead sharks,
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and what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, and no red snappers.
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Paraquat Kelly: Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant return
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of the fish report with a beat.
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Jim: We think of it as mainstreet, but to the rest of the country
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it's Sunset Strip. You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.
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Sunset Strip
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I like staying with my Uncle Dave
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And I like playing with his great dane
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But I don't fit
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I feel alien and strange Kinda outa range
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I like riding in my Uncle's car
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Down to the beach where the pretty girls all parade
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And movie stars and paparazzi play
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The Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face game
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And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
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There's a blood red dragon on a field of green
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Calling me back
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Back to the Black Hills again
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Ooh, ooh, Billy come home
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Billy is searching for his native land
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Flicking through the stations with the dial in his head
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Picking up -------------- and
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A male voice choir on the short wave band
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Billy taps out Jim's number on the 'phone
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Sits shaking as he waits for Jim's answering tone
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Come on my friend, speak to me please
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The land of my fathers is calling to me
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And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
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There's a blood red dragon on a field of green
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Calling me back, back to the Black Hills again
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Ooh, ooh, Billy come home
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Come on home
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He sits in the canyon with his back to the sea
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Sees a blood red dragon on a field of green
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He hears a male voice choir singing Billy come home
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Billy, Billy, come home
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Come on home
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Californian Weirdo: I don't like fish.
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Jim: You are listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles.
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Californian Weirdo: I don't like fish.
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Jim: Yes, we've established that. Ah! Do you have a request?
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Californian Weirdo: Shell fish, guppy, salmon, shrimp and crab
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and lobster, flounder.I hate fish, but I think most of
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all I hate fresh fish, like trout. I hate fresh trout.
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My least-hated, favourite fish would be sole. That way
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you don't have to see the eyes. Sole has no eyes.
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Jim: Oh no!
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Californian Weirdo: I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog
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Jim: Thankyou.
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Californian Weirdo: I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog
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I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog
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I'd like to be home with my monkey ...
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Jim: They don't care. Shut up. Play the record.
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Home
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Jim: Oh, God!
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Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes.
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Could be Jerusalem, or it could be Cairo
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Could be Berlin, or it could be Prague
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Could be Moscow, could be New York
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Could be Llanelli, and it could be Warrington
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Could be Warsaw, and it could be Moose Jaw
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Could be Rome
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Everybody got somewhere they call home
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When they overrun the defences
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A minor invasion put down to expenses
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Will you go down to the airport lounge
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Will you accept your second class status
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A nation of waitresses and waiters
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Will you mix their martinis
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Will you stand still for it
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Or will you take to the hills
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It could be clay and it could be sand
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Could be desert
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Could be a tract of arable land
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Could be a house, could be a corner shop
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Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
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Could be something your old man handed down
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Could be something you built on your own
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Everybody got something he calls home
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When the cowboys and Arabs draw down
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On each other at noon
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In the cool dusty air of the city boardroom
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Will you stand by a passive spectator
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Of the market dictators
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Will you discreetly withdraw
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With your ear pressed to the boardroom door
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Will you hear when the lion within you roars
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Will you take to the hills
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Will you stand, will you stand for it
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Will you hear, ohhhh! ohhh! when the lion within
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you roars
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Could be your father and it could be your mother
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Could be your sister, could be your brother
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Could be a foreigner, could be a Turk
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Could be a cyclist out looking for work. Norman
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Could be a king, could be the Aga khan
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Could be a Vietnam vet with no arms and no legs
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Could be a saint, could be a sinner
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Could be a loser or it could be a winner
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Could be a banker, could be a baker
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Could be a Laker, could be Kareem Abdul Jabar
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Could be a male voice choir
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Could be a lover, could be a fighter
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Could be a super heavyweight, or it could be
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something lighter
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Could be a cripple, could be a freak
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Could be a wop, gook, geek
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Could be a cop, could be a thief
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Could be a family of ten living in one room on relief
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Could be our leaders in their concrete tombs
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With their tinned food and their silver spoons
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Could be the pilot with God on his side
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Could be the kid in the middle of the bomb sight
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Could be a fanatic, could be a terrorist
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Could be a dentist, could be a psychiatrist
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Could be humble, could be proud
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Could be a face in the crowd
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Could be the soldier in the white cravat
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Who turns the key in spite of the fact
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That this is the end of the cat and mouse
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Who dwelt in the house
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Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
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The house that Jack built
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Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
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The house that Jack built
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Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
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White gloved thumb, Lord thy will be done
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He was always a good boy his mother said
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He'll do his duty when he's grown, yeah
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Everybody's got someone they call home
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Four Minutes
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Billy: Four minutes and counting.
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Jim: O.K.
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Billy: They pressed the button, Jim.
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Jim: They pressed the button Billy, what button?
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Billy: The big red one.
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Jim: You mean THE button?
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Billy: Goodbye, Jim.
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Jim: Goodbye! Oh yes. This ain't au revoir, it's goodbye! Ha! Ha!
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Jim: This is KAOS. It's a beautiful, balmy, Southern
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California summer day. It's 80 degrees ... I said
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balmy ... I could say bomby ... Ha! Ha! ...O.K.
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I'm Jim and this is Radio KAOS and with only four
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minutes left to us, let's use this as wisely as possible.
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Molly: Everybody got someone they call home.
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Jim: Out at Dodger Stadium. It's the bottom of the seventh, the
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Dodgers are leading three to nothing over the Giants, and
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for those of you who are looking to go surfing tomorrow,
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too bad.
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(Telephone rings)
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Jim: I'm kinda lost in here to tell you the truth ... O.K. good.
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Ladies and gentlemen, if the reports that we are getting
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are correct, this could be it. Billy, if you're
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listening to me, please call now.
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After a near miss on the plane
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You swear you'll never fly again
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After the first kiss when you make up
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You swear you'll never break up again
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And when you've just run a red light
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Sit shaking under the street light
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You swear to yourself you'll never drink and drive again
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Sometimes I feel like going home
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You swear you'll never let things go by again.
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Sometimes I miss the rain and snow
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And you'll never toe the party line again
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And when the east wind blows
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Sometimes I feel like going home
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Jim: Billy, if you are listening, please call.
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Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes.
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Molly: Goodbye little spy in the sky.
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They say that cameras don't lie.
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Am I happy, am I sad, am I good, am I bad?
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Jim: Billy, if you're listening, please call.
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Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes, sole has no eyes
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Billy: Ten, nine, eight, seven
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Margaret Thatcher: Our own independent nuclear deterrent has
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helped to keep the peace.
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Billy: Six, five four, three,
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Ordinary Person: ...you've go a job...
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Billy: Two, one,
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Margaret Thatcher: For nearly forty years
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Jim: Goodbye Billy.
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The Tide is Turning (After Live Aid)
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I used to think the world was flat
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Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
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I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
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Used to look in on the children at night
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In the glow of their Donald Duck light
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And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
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But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
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The tide is turning
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Satellite buzzing through the endless night
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Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
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Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning
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Who is the strongest, who is the best
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Who holds the aces, the East or the West
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This is the crap our children are learning
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But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
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The tide is turning
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Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
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Now the satellite's confused
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'Cos on Saturday night
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The airwaves were full of compassion and light
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And his silicon heart warmed
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To the sight of a billion candles burning
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Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
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Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
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The tide is turning Billy
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I'm not saying that the battle is won
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But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
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Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the
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War Lords
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Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
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The tide is turning Sylvester
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The tide is turning.
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"That's it!"
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[Morse Code:]
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"Now the past is over but you are not alone
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Together we'll fight Sylvester Stallone
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We will not be dragged down in his South China Sea
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of macho bullshit and mediocrity"
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[Singles & such not on KAOS album]
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Get Back to Radio
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Like an ember
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Glowing in the dark
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I have almost grown cold
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Frozen like a soldier
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Standing by the flag-pole
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Like a player they all said was too old
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I have been tempted
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To hand in my key
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But I am not alone
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I feel you are with me
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I will not be a packet of crap on MTV
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I am a man
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I will not be a number
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Get back to radio
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Get back to radio
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Now I am a flame
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I will be a fire again
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Carolyna, give me your hand
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Like a volcano
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Get ready to blow
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The whole generation waits by its radio
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God bless Bob Geldof
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Get back to radio
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Get back to radio
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Get back
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Going to Live In LA
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-------------------
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Molly stood still in the rain and wept
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While Billy kicked stones down the courthouse step
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The police linked arms in a line to hold back the crowd
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"How much longer, Mum" said Ben
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"Why's that policeman kicking that man
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Can we have a bit of jam on our bread today"
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Then the whistle blew and the gates swung back
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"Wave" said Molly, Ben waved his cap
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The two eyes looking through a little slot
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Like someone dying in a letter box
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Crowd: "Traitor, animal"
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And Molly said
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"Say goodbye to the valley
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Say goodbye to the rain"
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Through the miracle of telecommunications
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In the private sector
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We got a message today
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Your Great Uncle David, your great Uncle David
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The one who went to the U.S.A.
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The one with swimming pools and palm trees
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The big dog, the big dog
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Has asked you to stay, to stay
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And you're going, going, going, going
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To live in LA
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Going, going, going
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Oh, Hollywood hills
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Oh, midnight thrills
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Living inside a scope
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Oh, oh, Billy, don't drink the water
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Stay away from the cocaine slaughter
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Oh, Billy, don't get cold, you're asking for it
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And I'm going into him
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Billy, Billy, yeah
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Oh, oh, Billy, be cool, don't drink the water
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Oh, oh, Billy, stay away from the bosses daughter
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And there's a hundred miles of sushi halls
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Past those convertible cars
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And I'm gonna Harlem drag
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Who one day locks himself in safe at night just to stay alive
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Nothing's going on
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Molly's Song
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------------
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Jim: "O.K., let's get back to Billy
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Billy
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You're Billy"
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Billy: "I'm sorry, Jim
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I was miles away keeping an eye on Molly"
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Jim: "You were keeping an eye on Molly
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I thought Molly lived in Wales"
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Billy: "??? enhanced surveillance satellite
|
|
I can read a ??? from five hundred miles high, Jim"
|
|
Jim: "Let me get this clear
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You're trying to tell me that you can keep an eye on Molly by
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|
hacking into a government's satellite
|
|
Come on"
|
|
Hold tight
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Baby, feel the starlight
|
|
There is a glow in the sky tonight
|
|
Moving, could be a satellite
|
|
Is it friendly
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|
Then, will it bring me closer to thee
|
|
Heart to heart
|
|
Or will it keep us apart
|
|
Benny, Benny, Ben
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|
When you're coming home
|
|
'Cos I need you, Ben
|
|
And I want you, Ben
|
|
Right now, right here
|
|
Benny, Benny, Benny
|
|
Since you've been gone
|
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I've been so lonely, Ben
|
|
And I'm missing you, Benny
|
|
And I know you are too
|
|
Oh yeah, oh yeah
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|
Benny, Benny, Benny
|
|
When you're coming home
|
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It's not a home without you, Ben
|
|
And I'm missing you so much
|
|
???
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|
Goodbye, little spy in the sky
|
|
They say that cameras don't lie
|
|
Am I happy, am I sad
|
|
Am I good, am I bad
|
|
Ooh, oh, Benny, Benny, when you're coming home
|
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I miss you |