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I'm staring into space, reckoning my way back home,and I'm loaded like a gun. Been chasing that old suninto another place that stretches out in waves unknownof colors I can't trace, or very well explainAnd there's nothing on the radio.It'd be nice to hear some Zydecoor some little sweet melody that we know.'Cause when all direction fades and it's hard to find your way, we roamThrough hours and the days, disappearing like a flame.And there's nothing on the radioYou never hear a thing you know.Out here in the dark there's nothing that we know.And there's nothing on the radio.You never hear a thing you know,out here in the dark. There's nothing that we know. From Letras Mania