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Suzy was a glad-rag-clad clown run-around

Never even told me her name

But I found it in a half-burnt pin-up Polaroid

Smiling through the wall at her place

Looking at her bed, I sat

Sucking on a cigarette

Wonder why I bothered to chase

When I’m tired of making time

I’m tired of making time

So I slip away on the story line

I heard you on the Radio

you were screaming out

you grabbed me by my Heart and soul through the speakercone electric hands and

Touched my face seemed to say

we are here, we are

Suzy tried to call said

«I'm not waiting for You to come and sweep me away»

It isn’t that I don’t care

I’m just all wired up Trying to think of something to say

Clinging to a credit card

Waiting for the phone to stop

Take me back to heaven again

'cus I’m tired of making time

I’m tired of making sound

So I slip away on the story line

I heard you on the Radio

you were screaming out

you grabbed me by my Heart and soul through the speakercone electric hands and

Touched my face seemed to say

we are here, we are

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Don’t stop Don’t stop I’m coming

Down where I can find my feet again

So I slip away on the story line

I heard you on the Radio

you were screaming out

you grabbed me by my Heart and soul through the speakercone electric hands and

Touched my face seemed to say

we are here, we are

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