Текст песни Sub-urban Tribe - Frequency
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Sunday morning nine o`clockI start to roll overher voice fills my every cellI`m gliding out of timeMy dial`s locked on her frequencyDiving in electric wavesthe surfaec far aboveno need for solid ground or airI`m losing track of placeMy dial`s locked on her frequencyAround and around this room I gooperator told me to hang ona friendly word is what I`m losing herDay sixteen, i`m in the netmy body`s barely alivesubconsciousness alarming methere`s only moment`s leftStill I am locked on her Frequencyhopelessly I am locked on her Frequencyon her frequencyHer voice is always in the airinside my head, I just can`t bareI`ll never get to her this wayshe keeps hanging onPlease someone cut the cablePlease someone cut the cablePlease someone cut the cablenow