Record every bit of it
end to end
So low so fast
load up hit send
reduced in fidelity
sounds just like white noise
call it performance
are ya feelin' me boys
I wouldn't have the slightest
what to do on a stage
or if a wealthy barfly
offered to buy a page
So I feel so lucky
the secret gets kept
and it's like the white noise
grew a story while I slept
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