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Lyrics:
It's a brain-drain overload laid out on the reel-to-reel A warning of the afterlife The afterbirth that tells us how we feel
Alarma, somebody's crying Alarma, somebody's dying Alarma, somebody's turning away
Sugar cane in cellophane is playing at the radio station Laughs out in the gallery Believing that it's all elation
Alarma, somebody's bleeding Alarma, somebody's pleading Alarma, somebody's turning away
A wise guy in the sky invites you to his guilty party Won't charge you at the door but he sure knows how to get your money
Alarma, he's pointing a finger Alarma, he's such a dead ringer Alarma, somebody's turning away
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