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It's a polyphonic sound.

It's the shape of things.

It's a very modern century that we're living in.

You were seventeen when I was nine.

I saw you take my sister to bed that time.

I was young, but I knew 

I'd want to

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It's a day in my life,

it's the coldest yet.

You sit there with your

Tanqueray1 and a cigarette.

Dis-moi ce que tu connais

Donne-moi ce que tu dis

I'm not gonna wait around for you to

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It's the supersonic look of the things to come.

It's the jet age now that we're coming from.

You're a high-tech man of discovery,

but you walk away and leave me here in misery.

Alors,2 just walk on

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Play back, baby, play back your love for me.

Play it in the studio, play it in on the radio.

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Play back, baby, play back your love for me.

Play it in the studio, play it in on the radio.

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Play back, baby, play back your love for me.

Play it in the studio, play it in on the radio.

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Play back, baby, play back your love for me.

Play it in the studio, play it in on the radio.

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Play back, baby, play back your love for me.

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• Artist:Jon St. James
• Album:Trans-Atlantic (1984)