"Out of This World" as written by Mark Jeremy Seymour and Y Arnold G....
Radio’s alive with little voices
Calling out across the afternoon
Nothing else to do
But listen to the lonely hearts
In every living room
I hang on every word
The guru’s on the air
He cuts them down
when they come too close
He’s such a gracious host

He’s out of this world
Spilling his soul
Bleeding all over my radio
They’re out of this world
Telling their tales
Bleeding all over my radio

Just getting through the day
Conversations rolling on
There’s nothing much to say
Talking suicide
Someone’s ringing up
To share their pain
Turn the volume down
Let’s spread the grief around

They’re out of this world
Spilling their souls
Bleeding all over my radio
They’re out of this world
Telling their tales
bleeding all over my radio

My invisible friends
Are riding with me
Out of this world

They get me every time
Tuning in
And turning on
hanging in the breeze
There’s one in every crowd
Who loves to play the fool
For bleeding hearts
He sounds like me
That personality

He’s out of this world
Spilling his soul
Bleeding all over my radio
They’re out of this world
Telling their tales
Bleeding all over my radio
My invisible friends
They’re telling their tales
All over my radio


Lyrics submitted by Arujei

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