He grew up just a little too fast,
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Lost the need it's all in his past.
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I can hear him humming, from the other side of the room.
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Guess he's got rhythm, cause he hums everytime he's blue.
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Oh.
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Radio,
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Bleed me a melody.
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That'll make this boy cry,
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Oh, oh, oh.
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Radio,
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Bleed me a melody.
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That'll make him wonder why,
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He was so cold.
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Broken glass and a pretty face,
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Silent mourn full of hate.
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Quiet face,
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Silent mourn.
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Screaming for consequence,
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Bleeding for more.
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Radio,
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Bleed me a melody,
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That'll make this boy cry.
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Oh, oh, oh.
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Radio,
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Bleed me a melody.
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That'll make him wonder why,
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He was so cold.
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Play him a song,
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That reminds him of a time.
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When he wasn't tumbling, down, down.
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Tumbling down.
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Radio,
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Bleed me a melody.
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That'll make this boy cry,
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Oh, oh, oh.
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Radio,
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Bleed me a melody.
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That'll make him wonder why,
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He was so cold.
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Radio, Radio.
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Radio, (Radio).
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Bleed me a melody.
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Radio, Radio.
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Bleed me a melody.
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Radio,
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That boy's got rhythm, cause he hums everytime he's blue.
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Radio, Radio.
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Radio
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| He Is We |
