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I was tuning in the shine on the light 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 me 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 |
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'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 wanna 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 out |
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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 anaesthetise 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 |
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'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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Radio, radio |
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Radio, radio |
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Radio, radio |
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Radio, radio |
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Radio, radio |
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Radio, radio |
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Radio, radio |
