(originally by Elvis Costello)
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I was tuned into the light of the late night dial
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Doing anything my radio advised
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With everyone of those late night stations
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playing songs bringing tears to my 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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Saying things that I can hardly believe
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They really think we're getting out of control
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Radio is the sound salvation
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Radio is cleaning up the nation
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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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You had better do as you were told
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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 wanna 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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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 out
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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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The radio is in the hands
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Of such a bunch of fools
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Trying to anesthetize they way that you feel
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Radio is the sound salvation
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Radio is cleaning up the nation
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Say you better listen to the Voice Of Reason
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But they don't give any choice
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Cause they think that its treason
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So you had better do as you were told
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Better listen to the radio
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Radio
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Radio
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Radio
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Radio Radio
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