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Lyrics

The show-reels of the past
left the director cold
Sometimes it never lasts
Sometimes the rainbow's gold

Turn on
Fade out
Tear up
My voice

Tired of
Waiting
Losing
The white white noise

Never was a faker
Smile and see you later
Never was much of
the demographic automatic

Turn on...

Like it was before
Like the roll roll call
I've got to use
My voice