It's only a forecast baby,

You really shouldn't let it get you down,

It's broadcast in the language of worry,

Don't wait for your fortune to come around.

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I don't know where the gramophone is going,

I bought it on a whim to impress your friends,

I'd do something for the right reasons if it mattered,

But every trend will be replaced by another trend.

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And you,

And you,

And you,

Are coming through in waves.

 

This feeling is feeling a little familiar,

But now that we're living we may as well start,

This is why I keep a chair by my window,

It seems like a waste to live apart.

 

It's been six months since I've seen you,

You're an adventure and I like to explore,

When you tell me all about your childhood,

I want to smash your easel on the floor.  

 

And you,

And you,

And you,

Are coming through in waves.

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And you,

And you,

And you,

Are coming through in waves.