The light of the day eases my tensionThe dark of
A promised phone call home toA Minnesota mining townFrom a
We're searching for a signA universal messageA resemblance of lifeFrom
I was built by Mr JonesAnd he's an awfully clever
We're lying here just contemplatingWhile the heavenly bodies are rotatingHeld
There's a roarFrom a thousand CCsAnd to JohnnyThe message is
I hear your voice from the place next doorThey tune
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