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Waking each day, no money no pay |
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Living in a box alone with his pain |
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Kissing the rain that's pouring again |
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Blaming the system from where he came |
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Trapped inside a fish eye lens |
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Trying to get out 'cause it won't change |
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Money doesn't mean that much to him |
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But maybe another bottle of gin |
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Here comes that radioman |
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He smiles but no one sees him, yeah yeah |
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Here comes that radioman |
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Tune in, you might hear him |
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RadiomanLiving in the same old shoes |
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With every step the world comes through |
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Like a river that flows on down |
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Dragging him under to the sand |
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He rises up to another day |
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The people laugh but they don't stay |
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They try to hide their guilt away |
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With a smile that says that it's okay |
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Here comes the radioman |
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He smiles but no one sees him, yeah yeah |
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Here comes the radioman |
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Tune in, you might hear him |
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Radioman, the radioman |
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SomebodySomebody |
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SomebodySomebody hear me |
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Lift off and take me away |
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Here comes the radioman |
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He smiles but no one sees him, yeah yeah |
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Here comes that radioman |
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Tune in, you might hear him |
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Radioman, the radioman |
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Radioman, the radioman |
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Radio, radio, radioman |
