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36 lines
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36 lines
1.3 KiB
Plaintext
I was tuning in the shine on the late night dial
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Doing anything my radio advised
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With every one of those late night stations
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Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes
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I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
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When the switch broke 'cause it's old
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They're saying things that I can hardly believe
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They really think we're getting out of control
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Radio is a sound salvation
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Radio is cleaning up the nation
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They say you better listen to the voice of reason
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But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason
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So you had better do as you are told
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You better listen to the radio
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I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
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I wanna bite that hand so badly
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I want to make them wish they'd never seen me
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Some of my friends sit around every evening
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And they worry about the times ahead
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But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
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And the promise of an early bed
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You either shut up or get cut up; they don't wanna hear about it
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It's only inches on the reel-to-reel
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And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
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Tryin' to anesthetize the way that you feel
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Radio is a sound salvation
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Radio is cleaning up the nation
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They say you better listen to the voice of reason
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But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason
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So you had better do as you are told
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You better listen to the radio
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Wonderful radio
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Marvelous radio
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Wonderful radio
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Radio, radio
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