It's on, and the ghosts
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In the radio are signing along
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And they go ohhhh
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No stars out, just the city light
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Well nothing feels as good as the night
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Can you heard them go ohhhh?
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Ghosts are in the radio,
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They sing along, they sing along
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This city is quiet, it feels like we own it
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But nothing really lasts forever
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And we know it
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It had started to rain, but we didn't care
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Every word that was spoken
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Held onto the air
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Like a ghosts and floated towards the sky
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I pulled my jacket tight,
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And the city lit up the night
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With the green glow of the Camlin Hotel
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Ghosts are in the radio,
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They sing along, they sing along [x2]
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It's on and the ghosts in the radio
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Are singing along
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And they go ohhh
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No stars out, just the city light
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Well nothing feels as good as the night
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Can you hear them go ohhhh?
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Ghosts are in the radio,
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They sing along, they sing along [x2]
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Ghosts In The Radio
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