In a quiet street washed by the rain The room within the home A lonely man sits cheek to cheek With unique designs in chrome
The mellow years have long gone by But now he sits alone He has a brand new radio But never turns it on
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A photograph of lovers lost Lies pressed in magazines Her eyes belong to a thousand girls She's a wife who's never seen
Their educated son has left In search of borrowed dreams His television's in his bed He's frozen to the screen
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On a crowded beach washed by the sun He puts his headphones on His modern world revolves around The synthesizer's song
Full of future thoughts and thrills His senses slip away He's a European legacy A culture for today
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