Television telephone
stranded at the microphone
I'm not prepared to go this thing alone
I need my friends
Telegraphic telecast
classic kid iconoclast
Confess I rose up through the ranks so fast
I got the bends
Telescope tellurium
I thought I didn't need anyone
And all the while I sat and watched the sun
And suffered fear
Telepath capacitor
classic vintage stratosphere
so fire up the telemeter
And send the image clear
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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