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Dee Jay: |
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"Hello there and welcome to the Spliff radio show |
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That's Spliff, another product of the post-war baby-boom" |
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The record deal was pretty good |
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The company said "we think you could |
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Get a hit happening and then let's see |
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For every dollar you earn there's ten for me" |
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The record deal looked pretty unreal |
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Had goldleaf paper and a waxen seal |
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But one small clause just had me beat |
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Said "we own your heart, mind, soul and teeth" |
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"We own your heart and soul |
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We only want control" |
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They tell you life could be |
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Sweet as radio |
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Sweet as radio |
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Sweet as radio |
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Sweet as radio |
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The promo girls first floor were hip |
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Gave good advice on the launching trip |
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"Turn on your radio listen loud |
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Trust the company they need you now" |
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The record deal began to feel |
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Like a rope necktie with cuffs of steel |
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The guarantee was running out |
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With all we had they threw us out |
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"We own your heart and soul |
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We only want control" |
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They tell you life could be |
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Sweet as radio |
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Sweet as radio |
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Sweet as radio |
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Sweet as radio |
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Sweet as radio |
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Sweet as radio |
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Sweet as radio |
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Sweet as radio |
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Sweeeet |
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(Sweet as radio) |
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As radio |
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(Sweet as radio) |
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Sweeeet |
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(Sweet as radio) |
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As radio |
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(Sweet as radio) |
