I heard it on the radio
I read it in the print
I saw it on your TV set
I'm sick of it, yeah

I heard it on the radio
I read it in the print
I saw it on your TV set
I'm sick of it, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I don't understand so much
Of what you have to say
It's you and you and you and you
That make things worse each day
It must have been a shock to you
To learn you aren't so centered
You're really not that big a deal
You really do not matter

Yeah

We used to fear we were the same
Or might end up together
But once we took an oath to think
Our heads were that much clearer
So now the future's in your hands
If you care to re-engage it
We really do not give a damn
For those who merely fake it

Yeah, yeah

First comes chaos, then comes freedom
First comes chaos, then comes freedom
First comes chaos, then comes freedom
First comes chaos, then comes freedom

Yeah, yeah

I heard it on the radio
I read it in the print
I saw it on your TV set
I'm sick of it, yeah

I heard it on the radio
I read it in the print
I saw it on your TV set
I'm sick of it, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


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Radio (Scientist Remix) song meanings
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