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Vienna Teng - Radio |
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it's just the radio darling, |
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just the radio and your runaway imagination |
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just the radio darling |
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just the radio and we can turn away to another station |
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it came from nowhere |
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on the 38 Geary |
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a girl with a backpack of shrapnel and wire |
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through spiderweb windows |
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of blood stained glass |
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a pagoda's shadow and a cruel sunny sky |
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oh the flash then the silence |
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shouldn't there be screaming praying crying |
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oh anything at all |
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tell me where are the sirens |
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fire's getting closer but I've got to stay calm |
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it's just the radio darling, |
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just the radio and your runaway imagination |
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just the radio darling |
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just the radio and we can turn away to another station |
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outside they're handing out |
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fate to the wounded |
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little tags in black red yellow, and green |
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it's now my twenty-fith hour |
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with a scalpel in hand |
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if I stop moving I will sleep on my feet |
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and the rumors are seething |
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gunfire at freeway exits, bridges mid-barricades |
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I can feel the fog creeping |
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god where is the morphine, the sweet lidocaine |
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it's just the radio darling, |
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just the radio and your runaway imagination |
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just the radio darling |
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just the radio and we can turn away to another station |
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sing me a love song dear |
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what good has the news ever done me |
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come on it'll never happen here, oh no |
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we are not some third world country |
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this is not some third world country |
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I'm sorry Mama |
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I held on for as long as I could |
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I'm sorry Papa |
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there was nothing more I could do |
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it's just the radio darling, |
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just the radio and your runaway imagination |
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just the radio darling |
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just the radio and we can turn away to another station |
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it's just the radio darling, |
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just the radio and your runaway imagination |
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just the radio darling |
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just the radio and we can turn away to another station |