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Hey kid, heard you stayed out last night 'til after dark And I heard you're psyched to be nothing Reading, moving your mouth with words that can't compare To the way it feels to be nothing Over the radio somebody's son "We've got arguments and they've got guns" Over the radio somebody sung: "We've got arguments and they've got guns" Every single time you hear that You know, but you just can't turn it off the way used to The buzzing lullabye of blue light Every single time you hear that You know, but you just can't turn it off the way used to The buzzing lullabye of blue light Hey kid, heard you were quite the hit around the way I heard you're psyched to be nothing We go acting like somebody else who care to know Hey, look, we're doing something Over the radio somebody's son "We've got arguments and they've got guns" Over the radio somebody sung: "We've got arguments and they've got guns" Letras de canciones Every single time you hear that You know, but you just can't turn it off the way used to The buzzing lullabye of blue light Every single time you hear that You know, but you just can't turn it off the way used to The buzzing lullabye of blue light Kid, I heard dreams are mathematical now Kid, you can't wait, dreams are mathematical now From Letras Mania