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Someone’s messing with the machines They’ve been left out in the rain Well it’s strange to come back free of any rust Dares you to explain Could you speak a little more clearly on the line Cold wind keeps blowing from the east Trans-Atlantic crossings coming to a freeze I’m in exile with a sign that reads No one can tell which side of the street Would I stand a little closer to the line No one can tell which side to claim Could you speak a little more clearly once again Speak a little clearly on the line Indian summer, cold war skies Nervous drummers on overbooked flights Well the chaos grows stronger on the superstition flyway Looks like we’re spinning up tonight Could you step a little closer to the line Splitting heart and mind, broken circuit by design Well the demand for arms is goin’ through the roof The scientists are forced to work in the maze While they tap tap tap tap tapping on the line Could you speak a little clearly one more time While you tap tap tap tap tapping on the line From Letras Mania