| He grew up just a little too fast. | |
| A loss and need that's on his past. | |
| I can hear him humming from the other side of the room. | |
| Guess he's got rythm, cause he hums every time he's blue. | |
| Oh, radio, bleed me a melody | |
| That will make this boy cry. | |
| Radio, bleed me a melody | |
| That will make him wonder why he was so cold. | |
| Broken glass and a pretty face. | |
| Silent mourn, full of hate. | |
| Quiet face, silent mourn. | |
| Screaming for consequence, | |
| Pleading for more. | |
| Radio, bleed me a melody | |
| That will make this boy cry. | |
| Radio, bleed me a melody | |
| That will make him wonder why he was so cold. | |
| Write him a song that reminds him of a time | |
| When he wasn't tumbling down, down, tumbling down. | |
| Radio, bleed me a melody | |
| That will make this boy cry. | |
| Radio, bleed me a melody | |
| That will make him wonder why he was so cold. | |
| Radio, radio, radio, lead me a melody. | |
| Radio, radio, radio, lead me a melody. | |
| Radio, radio, radio, that boy's got rythm cus he hums every time. | |
| Radio, radio, radio. |
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