There's a radio playing in stereo hi-fi There's an unfit family who just keeps trying There's a faceless crowd that screams with all of its might She runs her hands through her hair And she won't even listen But if caught and cornered she'll admit that she misses him It won't be close It won't be outright There's a fault in a plan It caves with the level of commitment And she will doubt his And he will doubt hers But life goes on even if eternity's behind four hours There's ghosts in machines and nothing will faze it If you're asking me let's go back to basics When no one cares what's on TV They throw candy to the moths and the poor ones save it Post a picture on the wall for all to rate it I'm disgusted that failure stems from a poor level of commitment And she will doubt his And he will doubt hers But life goes on even if eternity's behind four hours
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