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When the last underground carriage leaves

When winter is knocking on your window

When everything is wrong and everything is wrong

Turn up the stereo

When the last underground carriage leaves

When winter is knocking on your window

When everything is wrong and everything is wrong

Turn up the stereo

Within four walls, stereo system

Or on the road on your Walkman will cheer you up

And feel like no time is wasted

A tune that in our hearts we can forget about the cold.

Simple people whose souls are looking for shelter

A wave caught right, a balm on the soul here

Life's a fight club, it's time to take a break.

But this stereo won't let you sleep

In a car, in a mobile phone of any model

The earth is spinning, the needle is sliding across the plate

We've resurrected the old sounds of others

And woke everyone up, everyone who's asleep

Stereo call signs you can hear, we're alive

As long as the chords sound, as long as we loved

Music for the ages, a river of music

One love is only music

Music for the ages, music on the river

One love is only music

When the last underground carriage leaves

When winter is knocking on your window

When everything's wrong and everything's not right

Turn up the stereo

When the last underground carriage leaves

When winter is knocking on your window

When everything is wrong and everything is wrong

Turn up our stereo

Wait, it's not worth talking about

Come with me, head over heels

And it's not gonna feel complete

Turn up the volume and you'll see what I mean.

On the road MONO or in the company of home

You'll be carried by the waves on every band

The stone city will open a door, but remember

In one of the secret rooms you and I will drown.

Don't say a word, don't say a word

I'm carried on the waves over and over again

Stereo, screaming hysterically

I'm trapped on the other side of the mirror

It's sad, isn't it

The music weaves a Salvador Dali pattern.

Quench your thirst, but you'll hardly know

You'll realise it's a love theme

When the last underground carriage leaves

When winter is knocking on your window

When everything's wrong and everything's not right

Turn up the stereo

When the last underground carriage leaves

When winter is knocking on your window

When everything is wrong and everything is wrong

Turn up our stereo