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Radio's alive with little voices |
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Calling out across the afternoon |
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Nothing else to do |
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But listen to the lonely hearts |
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In every living room |
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I hang on every word |
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The guru's on the air |
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He cuts them down |
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When they come too close |
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He's such a gracious host |
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He's out of this world |
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Spilling his soul |
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Bleeding all over my radio |
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They're out of this world |
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Telling their tales |
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Bleeding all over my radio |
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Just getting through the day |
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Conversations rolling on |
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There's nothing much to say |
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Talking suicide |
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Someone's ringing up |
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To share their pain |
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Turn the volume down |
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Let's spread the grief around |
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They're out of this world |
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Spilling their souls |
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Bleeding all over my radio |
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They're out of this world |
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Telling their tales |
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Bleeding all over my radio |
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My invisible friends |
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Are riding with me |
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Out of this world |
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They get me every time |
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Tuning in |
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And turning on |
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Hanging in the breeze |
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There's one in every crowd |
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Who loves to play the fool |
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For bleeding hearts |
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He sounds like me |
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That personality |
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He's out of this world |
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Spilling his soul |
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Bleeding all over my radio |
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They're out of this world |
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Telling their tales |
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Bleeding all over my radio |
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My invisible friends |
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They're telling their tales |
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All over my radio |
