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[Verse 1] You were born in a world without mystery Every angle caught on tape And every sound a man could make is now history Turn away, pretend you’re not listening To the Rubik’s cube of losers To the commenters who choose the new hit machine You want it warm and raw, you want it pure and true You want the love that they used to feel You want the ghost of AM radio broadcasting through you [Verse 2] RCA, to the tape machine A similar distraction From the days of satisfaction And it’s too often forgotten this was something that our hero couldn’t get Just a way to say that you’re sixteen Melodies of adolescence Fell out with the obsolescence of tambourines You want to grab the hand You want to turn it back You want to listen to Paint It Black You want cigarettes at 35 cents a pack [Chorus] But that’s the basic song Letras de cancionesYou’ve heard it all along The greatest hits of yesterday have all passed on Transubstantiated, the lines redrawn Nothing is forgotten, and nothing’s gone The end and the beginning, the basic song [Verse 3] When you feel, the cacophony in the air That’s unfiltered urban romance That’s the constant modern parlance of software Everyone has a symphony in their hair But when they open their mouths And the violins come out, it’s a nightmare Filter out the noise, put your ear to the ground It’s the love like they used to feel It’s the sound of your spinal cord being rewound [Chorus] But that’s the basic song You’ve heard it all along The greatest hits of yesterday have all passed on Transubstantiated, the lines redrawn Nothing is forgotten, and nothing’s gone The end and the beginning, the basic song The greatest hits of yesterday have all passed on Transubstantiated, the lines redrawn Nothing is forgotten, and nothing’s gone The end and the beginning, the basic song The basic song From Letras Mania