David Bowie "TVC 15" lyrics

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TVC 15

Up every evening 'bout half eight or nineI give my complete attentionto a very good friend of mineHe's quadraphonic, he's a,he's got more channelsSo hologramic,oh my T V C one fiveI brought my baby home, sheShe sat around forlornShe saw my T V C one five, baby's gone, sheShe crawled right in, oh myShe crawled right in mySo hologramic,oh my T V C one fiveOh, so demonic,oh my T V C one five

Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading

"Send backmy dream test baby,She's my main feature"My T V C one five, he, he justStares back unblinkingSo hologramic,oh my T V C one fiveOne of these nights I may justJump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then

We'll spend some time togetherSo hologramic, oh my T V C one fiveMy baby's in there someplaceLove's rating in the skySo hologramic,oh my T V C one five

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Oh my T V C one five,oh oh, T V C one five

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