| Waking each day, no money no pay
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| Living in a box alone with his pain, kissing the rain thats pouring again,
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| Blaming the system from where we came, trapped inside a fish eye lens,
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| Trying to get out cause it wont change, money doesnt mean that much to him.
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| But maybe another bottle of gin
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| Here comes that radio man,
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| He smiles but no one sees him yeah, yeah
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| Here comes that radioman
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| Tune in you might hear him,
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| Radioman
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| Living in the same old shoes, with every step the world comes through,
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| Like a river that flows on down, dragging him under to the sand
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| He rises up to another day, the people laugh, but they dont stay
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| They try to hide their guilt away, with a smile that says that its okay.
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| Here comes the radio man,
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| He smiles but no one sees him yeah, yeah
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| Here comes the radioman
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| Tune in you might hear him,
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| Radioman, the radioman
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| Somebody, somebody hear me Lift off and take me away
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| Here comes the radioman he smiles but no one sees him,
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| Here comes that radioman
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| Tune in you might hear him,
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| Radioman, the radioman, radioman
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| The radioman, radioman |