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You live your life in the songs you hear |
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On the rock and roll radio |
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And when a young girl doesn't have any friends |
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that's a really nice place to go |
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Folks hoping you'd turn out cool |
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But they had to take you out of school |
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You're a little touched you know, Angie baby |
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Lovers appear in your room each night |
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And they whirl you across the floor |
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But they always seem to fade away |
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When your Daddy taps on your door |
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Angie girl, are you all right? |
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Tell the radio goodnight |
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All alone once more, Angie baby |
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Angie Baby, you're a special lady |
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Living in a world of make-believe |
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Well, maybe |
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Stopping at her house is a neighbor boy |
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With evil on his mind |
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'Cause he's been peeking in Angie's room |
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At night through the window blind |
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I see your folks have gone away |
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Would you dance with me today? |
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I'll show you how to have a good time, Angie baby |
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When he walks in the room, he feels confused |
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Like he's walked into a play |
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And the music's so loud it spins him around |
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'Til his soul has lost it's way |
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And as she turns the volume down |
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He's getting smaller with the sound |
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It seems to pull him off the ground |
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Toward the radio he's bound never to be found |
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The headlines read that a boy disappeared |
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And everyone thinks he died |
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'Cept a crazy girl with a secret lover |
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Who keeps her satisfied |
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It's so nice to be insane |
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No one asks you to explain |
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Radio by your side, Angie baby |
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Angie Baby, you're a special lady |
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Living in a world of make-believe |
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Well, maybe, well, maybe, well maybe |
