There's nothing on the radio
Turn that fucker off
There's nothing on my MTV
Sedated for so long
Blow up bombs and paper dolls
A groovy kind of love
Pragmatic vision, something's missing
Dead for so long
Oh, Another Wasted Day
Another year goes slowly down the drain
Another Wasted Day
People call on the telephone
Turn that ringer off
I'd rather be here left alone
Than die in your company
Blow up bombs and paper dolls
A groovy kind of drug
Pragmatic vision, something's missing
Functional for so long
Oh, Another Wasted Day
Another year goes slowly down the drain
Another Wasted Day
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