| My head is spinning and my legs are weak
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| Goose step dancing, can’t hear myself speak
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| Hope in the eyes of the ugly girls
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| Then settle for the lies of the last chancers
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| When slow motion drunks pick wallflower dancers
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| You come here looking for a ride to glory
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| Then go back home with a hard luck story
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| I can hardly wait around
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| 'Til the weekend comes to town
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| So I keep on saying
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| Play one more for my radio sweetheart
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| Hide your love, hide your love
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| Though we are so far apart
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| You gotta hide your love, yeah
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| 'Cause that’s the way the whole thing started
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| I wish that we had never parted
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| Man, when it’s late and the night gets colder
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| Don’t lay your head on another shoulder
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| Some hire themselves out for a good time
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| But you and I, we haven’t so
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| I keep on saying
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| Poop
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| Play one more for my radio sweetheart
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| Hide your love, hide your love
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| Though we are so far apart
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| You gotta hide your love, yeah
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| 'Cause that’s the way the whole thing started
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| I wish that we had never parted
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| You come here looking for a ride to glory
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| Then go back home with a hard luck story
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| I can hardly wait around
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| 'Til the weekend comes to town
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| So I keep on, keep on, keep on saying
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| Play one more for my radio sweetheart
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| Hide your love, hide your love
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| Though we are so far apart
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| You gotta hide your love, yeah
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| 'Cause, that’s the way the whole thing started
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| I wish that we had never parted
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| Play one more for my radio sweetheart
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| Play one more for my radio sweetheart
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| Play one, play one, play one, play one
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| Play one more for my radio sweetheart
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| Play one more for my radio sweetheart |