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Radio, live transmissionRadio, live transmissionListen to the silence, let it ring onEyes, dark gray lenses frightened of the sunWe would have a fine time living in the nightLeft to blind destructionWaiting for our sightAnd we would go on as though nothing was wrongAnd hide from these days we remained all aloneStaying in the same place, just staying out the timeTouching from a distanceFurther all the timeDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioWell I could call out when the going gets toughThe things that we've learned are no longer enoughNo language, just sound, is all we need knowTo synchronize love to the beat of the showAnd we could danceDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio Aus Songtexte Mania