New Freedom Fighters' Manual Lyrics

And the television's on like a window to the soul of
America, let's keep the light's on until the lonliness is
gone. And tonight I'm finding constellations in the freckles on your body and my arm's falling asleep. Don't
worry about the phone calls. Tonight all the lonely
people riot and no one escapes unharmed.

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