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You’ll be going out with radio... going out with disco
Going out like bacchanal
I’ll be going out with telephone... going out alone
To the radar zone
It’s all just inadvertant imitation and I don’t mean mine
It’s all across this nation
If it’s just inadvertant simulation, a pattern in all mankind
What’s got the whole world faking?
I’ll be playing with my magazine... using up my listerine
Like ovaltine...
And you’ll be dipping in your battleship... for the latest tip
For the latest dream
It’s all just inadvertant imitation and I don’t mean mine
It’s all across the nation
If it’s just inadvertant simulation, a pattern in all mankind
What’s got the whole world faking?
If it’s just inadvertant imitation, a pattern in all mankind
What’s got the whole world faking? (6x)
Read more lyrics about / on: dream, alone, gone
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