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One day they're gonna call us
From the dead letter office
They've got for you
Some kind of piece of mail
It seems the world was waiting
With hands folded clapping
But who it's from is just to hard to tell
Well it's none of our business
but to find an address
we just thought we had to let you know
Cause there's is nothing on the air waves
The war and the replays
Hey that's it now go and start the show.
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