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ENOriginal lyrics
Thru the speakers, and thru the walls
my sounds will travel in spite of it all
to the bunkers of my fake brick walls
pray sister Mary I can keep my control
for once, or maybe twice, I was in my prime
the best are made from these
that's what I say to put my mind at ease
the saddest songs are wrote in minor keys
like Johnny Marr I want my please please please
cancel the meetings, blacklist them all
my sounds will travel in spite of it all
