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Kill all the copyrights and loosen my tongue

I love my friends and all my friends are in love

I’ll say it louder when you think I’ve said enough

We’re cynical and young and wide-eyed and old

Anger is easy, everything’s over-sold

Except the only ones who know you and you know…

Drum on the clocks and strum on the wires

Unlock the box that cages desire

Call it a jubilee

It’s not make-believe

Beneath the satellites

There’s still a sign of life

And we are beautiful tonight

This fucking century puts bombs in my dreams

But I wake in the one place I want to be

Here at the edge of the arising events

All of the elements are present and tense

In fancy dress and all exploding to express

Drum on the clocks and strum on the wires

Unlock the box that cages desire

Call it a jubilee

You make me believe

Beneath the satellites

There’s still a sign of life

And we are beautiful tonight