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Mr. Sound's just like a fountain

Only goes where the rhythm takes him

Only goes where the sun don't shine

On his own to her paradise

Mr. Sound falls like a mountain

Like a volcano erupting

On a boat on the molten lava

Standing up like wild impala

Standing down like a weekend martyr

Living life at the speed of light

Mr. Sound's just like a fountain

Only goes where the rhythm takes him

Only goes where the sun don't shine

On his own to her paradise

Mr. Sound falls like a mountain

Like a volcano erupting

On a boat on the molten lava

Standing up like wild impala

Standing down like a weekend martyr

Living life at the speed of light

Oh the saviour, the saviour, the saviour

For behaviour, behaviour, behaviour

When a shot of sleep isn't slept

We appear that we have a little left in tune

Mystic man stands like a countess

Like a king dressed in a corset

On a carpet that's red all over

He becomes just a little less sober

Here's a plan for the distant future

You're alive not like a computer in the future

Take the ship from the detox dandy

Have a taste from the open pantry

Remember when you were small, free entry

Living life at the speed of light

Oh the saviour, the saviour, the saviour

For behaviour, behaviour, behaviour

When a shot of sleep isn't slept

We appear that we have a little left in tune

Everyone's got everything wrong

Every man wants every woman

In a patchwork pent up story

We reflect and remind what words mean

In the night we open our ears

To the visual sound of the fear

Mr. Sound and the open diary

Take a look with your eyes closed open

Standing down like a weekend spokesman

Living life at the speed of light

Oh the saviour, the saviour, the saviour

For behaviour, behaviour, behaviour

Oh the saviour, the saviour, the saviour

For behaviour, behaviour, behaviou