| I was tuned into the light of the late night dial
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| Doing anything my radio advised
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| With everyone 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 reciever
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| When the switch broke cause it’s old
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| Saying things that I can hardly believe
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| They really think we’re gettin out of control
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| Radio is the sound salvation
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| Radio is cleaning up the nation
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| 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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| You had better do as you were told
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| 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 freinds sit around every evening
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| And they worry about the times ahead
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| 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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| The radio is in the hands
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| Of such a bunch of fools
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| Tryin to anesthetize they way that you feel
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| Radio is the sound salvation
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| Radio is cleaning up the nation
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| Say you better listen to the Voice Of Reason
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| But they don’t give any choice
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| Cause they think that its treason
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| So you had better do as you were told
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| Better listen to the radio
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| Radio
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| Radio
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| Radio |