Tangled in the sheets of a motel bed.
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Samantha paints her toenails cherry red.
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And she asks me if she can paint mine too, and I say
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"Samantha, anything for you."
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And through the tinny speakers of an ancient radio
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the All Night Love Line begins another show.
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And the callers call in, but the thing that's so strange,
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it's all the same story, just the voices that change on
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Beau's All Night Radio Love Line,
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the show for hearts in despair.
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If you got somethin' to say to a love that got away,
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Beau wants to put you on the air.
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The shadows from the headlights of a passing car
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turn Samantha's smile into film noir,
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and she says, "Don't get me wrong about you and me,
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I just can't figure out what we're supposed to be.
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Maybe I love you, I don't know.
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Maybe I'm afraid of where you want to go.
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Maybe I'm scared I'll lose my power to amuse,
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and I'll wake up alone in a bed full of blues, just listening to
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Beau's All Night Radio Love Line,
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the show for hearts in despair.
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If you got somethin' to say to a love that got away,
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Beau wants to put you on the air.
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And Beau's really thinkin', "This job hardly pays,"
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but he can't figure out how to ask for a raise.
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Meanwhile back on the Love Line, he says,
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"You're on the air, caller number nine."
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Samantha laughs at the two of us here
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and says, "I got some miles on me, and you're such a kid, dear
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To you I'm just a ride in an old Cadillac,
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but I keep on prayin' that you'll keep coming back."
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Is that Samantha cryin'? Or just somebody on
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Beau's All Night Radio Love Line,
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the show for hearts in despair.
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If you got somethin' to say to a love that got away,
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Beau wants to put you on the air.
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If you got somethin' to say to a love that got away,
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Beau wants to put you on the air.
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Beau's All Night Radio Loveline
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Joshua Kadison |