Cellular Lyrics
There`s a television
There`s a television speaking to me
There`s a French girlOn my television
She`s crying in the palm of my hand
In moving mental
I read the paper, or just the photos
I rip one out with my hand
There`s a massacre, across the o, across the o, across the ocean
I can see it in the palm of my hands
(Me hundo cada vez más al fondo)
Below the ground floor
I`m losing signal, we`ve lost connection
I left her dying, she was still crying
And now she`s lying in my head
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Above the third rail, shrapnel flying
Next door`s wobbling
But I`m riding to the end
What am I good for? (Am I good for)
I`ve got no signal
Abandoned, to the voice in my head
