I don't hear you voice

over my shoulder

a danger situation

naked, but out of sight


I don't hear your voice

i ask no demonstration

always thin sights

always tin stars

this one is not my world


All the young communicators

all dressed in style

pointing out the latest fashion

i'm sure, they're not my kind


i believe in my eyes

the sun of my thought

i'm gonna walk

on my dark side

walk on my dark side


All the young communicators

all dressed in style

pointing out the latest fashion

i'm sure, they're not my kind


All the young communicators

on the winning side

give advice about the nation

i'm sure, they're not my kind


All the young communicators

i hear them and cry

give advice about the nation

i'm sure, they're not my kind


i believe in my eyes

the sun of my thought

i'm gonna walk

on my dark side

walk on my dark side



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