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It was back in '69
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Like a nightmare cryin'
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In a hotel bed on the coast
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Happy Shanghai girls
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Like a pretty string of pearls
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And a snow storm up in my nose
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I was on my way to heaven
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With a funky red 11
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And a switchblade job on the side
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Hear the music playin'
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And my heartbeat prayin'
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To the airwaves out in the night
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Ouuh radio! I love my radio, my Chinese radio!
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Ouuh radio! I love my radio, my Chinese radio!
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Ouuh!
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Chorus:
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Oh, I could write a million stories
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Tales of love and hate and pain
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And my fears would truly frighten
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Any ordinary man
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Is there someone out there laughing
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Walking in the pouring rain?
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Lord, I'm sure I know the answers
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But it's too hard to explain
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Now my head is burning
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And I feel it turning
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In an igloo up on the moon
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Saying: Lord, have mercy
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On a guy from Jersey
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And it falls back into my room
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Just a stranded tourist
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And I wouldn't touch the purest
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If I ever get out here alive
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While the FM-switches
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And the green light-digits
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Keep in touch with the world outside
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Ouuh radio! I love my radio, my Chinese radio!
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Ouuh radio! I love my radio, my Chinese radio!
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Ouuh!
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Chorus
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Just a river on the run, now
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I'm flyin' and I won't touch down
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Got nowhere left to run
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I get on my knees and pray
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Chinese Radio
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| London Boys |
