Radio Station - Broadcast
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Tears in the Typing Pool
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Come on Let's Go
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I Found the F
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The Book Lovers
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Echo's Answer
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Before We Begin
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Tender Buttons
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Black Cat
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Corporeal
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America's Boy
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Message From Home
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Michael a Grammar
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Bit 35
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Goodbye Girls
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Arc of a Journey
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Long Was the Year
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Subject to the Ladder
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You and Me in Time
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I Found the End
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Unchanging Window
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Accidentals
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Poem of Dead Song
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The World Backwards
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Colour Me In
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Pendulum
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Lights Out
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O How I Miss You
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Man Is Not a Bird
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Minus One
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Ominous Cloud
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Until Then
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Papercuts
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You Can Fall
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Look Outside
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Minus 3
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Valerie
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Tower of Our Tuning
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City in Progress
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Winter Now
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Dead the Long Year
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Lunch Hour Pops
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Minim
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Hawk
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Illumination
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Black Umbrellas
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Hammer Without a Master
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Phantom
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Distorsion
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The Little Bell
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Living Room
The little bell lies on the ground
Although it tries it cannot sound
It used to ring across the air
Its sweetened tone would linger there
But from a careless hand it rocked
Its shell is only made of crock
Although it lies there split in two
It still tries to ring out to you
Now deep inside my wooden clock
There is a tick but not a tock
Although into the room it chimes
It only tells me half the time
Why do you leave me so confused?
I'll miss my bus, my job I'll lose
Oh, what is wrong, my wooden clock
It breaks my heart to see you stop
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