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broadcast these ambitions across the fabric of space bleed into the sine wavewhile reverberations escapewhen they leave the radio...will our voices find a home?or go sleeping in the winding roads?sleeping in the winding roads...since birth we've been workingto refine the noise that we make; and these lines seemed importantbut they all came out like mistakeswhen they leave the radio...will our voices find a home?or go sleeping in the winding roads?oh, sleeping in the winding roads...drifting endlessly alone... From Letras Mania