| Tell me what you want
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| Cause we’ve got a way of taking over
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| When your nights are getting colder
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| We can transmit hope at ten hertz a heartbeat
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| And tell me what you need
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| Cause we’ve got a way to get you out
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| When your days are filled with doubt
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| Let the airwaves cry we’ll play loud but sing sweet
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| Never again…
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| Fire up your radio
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| Turn it up tune it in
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| Oh no
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| Tell me what you really wanna hear
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| God speed and God damn the radio
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| Cause hunny’s got a heart like a box of matches
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| And God I’ve got a thing for a girl in ashes
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| Oh well uh…
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| Oh no
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| Tell me what you really need to hear
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| God speed and God damn the radio
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| Cause hell we’ve got a lust for your second chances
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| And heaven save us all from our sick romances
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| Tell me how it hurts
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| And we’ll play it away dial out the pain
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| And we swear to Tesla we can’t stop believe it
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| And darling when it’s worse
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| Scan for the C sharp high in static
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| Till your breathing gets sporadic
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| So come one come all cause I know you need it
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| Never again…
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| Fire up your radio
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| Turn it up tune it in
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| Oh no
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| Tell me what you really wanna hear
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| God speed and God damn the radio
|
| Cause hunny’s got a heart like a box of matches
|
| And God I’ve got a thing for a girl in ashes
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| Oh well uh…
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| Oh no
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| Tell me what you really need to hear
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| God speed and God damn the radio
|
| Cause hell we’ve got a lust for your second chances
|
| And heaven save us all from our sick romances now…
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| Never again…
|
| Fire up your radio
|
| Turn it up tune it in
|
| Oh no
|
| Tell me what you really wanna hear
|
| God speed and God damn the radio
|
| Cause hunny’s got a heart like a box of matches
|
| And God I’ve got a thing for a girl in ashes
|
| Oh well uh…
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| Oh no
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| Tell me what you really need to hear
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| God speed and God damn the radio
|
| Cause hell we’ve got a lust for your second chances
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| And heaven save us all from our sick romances now… |