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There’s a hoax in the headlines It’s the word of the day And a casualty on the subwayline causing a delay There’s a tramp selling badges Not a soul wants to buy And a veil of pollution Covering the sky You look for signs that indicate the world is still okay And now and then you’ll meet someone, who doesn’t look away I’m dreaming on ‘cause life is so obscure I’m dreaming of a remedy Looking for the cure I’m leaning on The pictures in my mind Where caring is a part of the design There’s a smell of desertion Getting caught in your hair In the last standing phone-booth Waiting for repair You just hope someone’s listening Letras de cancionesWhat you’re trying to say But there’s a crackle on the telephone Words just fade away You look for signs that indicate the world is still okay And now and then you’ll meet someone who doesn’t look away I’m dreaming on… Thinking hell, you light your fortysecond cigarette Knowing it won’t do you any good Flipping through the channels of your television-set Where everybody looks like Hollywood I’m dreaming on ‘cause life is so obscure I’m dreaming of a remedy Looking for the cure I’m leaning on The pictures in my head Where people feel What’s better left unsaid And when it rains, the pope doesn’t get wet From Letras Mania