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    It starts with distant thunder born under skies
    Dressed in ochre
    Pressure rising up and over the anticipating land

    Under layers of white noise
    And through the static, sounds a voice
    I want to hear the song it sings again

    I remained outside, with every nerve alive
    Lightning struck without remorse
    And gave a cue to move indoors
    The TV died, as did the lights
    In the dark the radio came to life

    Under layers of white noise
    And through the static, sounds a voice
    I want to hear the song it sings again
    The secret station of my choice...
    Forgotten music in the noise
    Inviting me to dance a minor dance

    Faded and ethereal music that is dying to be heard
    Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts

    Wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been...

    Faded and ethereal music that is dying to be heard
    Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts (again)
    Aided by a thunderstorm
    I came upon this station from old days
    I intended to seek it out again when I need shelter from the rain

    I wander in beauty, and wander where I've been

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