I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial
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doing anything my radio advised
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with every one of those late night stations
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playing songs bringing tears to me eyes
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I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
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when the switch broke 'cause it's old
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They're saying things that I can hardly believe.
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They really think we're getting out of control.
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[Chorus:]
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Radio is a sound salvation
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Radio is cleaning up the nation
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They say you better listen to the voice of reason
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But they don't give you any choice
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'cause they think that it's treason.
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So you had better do as you are told.
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You better listen to the radio.
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I wanna bite the hand that feeds me.
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I wanna bite that hand so badly.
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I want to make them wish they'd never seen me.
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Some of my friends sit around every evening
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and they worry about the times ahead
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But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
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and the promise of an early bed
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You either shut up or get cut up;
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they don't wanna hear about it.
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It's only inches on the reel-to-reel.
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And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
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tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel
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[Chorus]
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Wonderful radio
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Marvelous radio
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Wonderful radio
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Radio, radio...
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Radio Radio
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| Elvis Costello |
