And when the night comes I’m fiending like a pyro, and I know it stables my survival, when there’s music all around me and I haven’t got a single word to say
Tv on the Radio, Second song
Tag / second song
Every lover on a mission shifted your known position into the light uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Tv on the Radio, Second song
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