| I spend the night with Radio Luxembourg
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| Pop music crackles me to sleep
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| I tune the dial to Radio Luxembourg
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| It’s better than counting sheep
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| I wrote away to Radio Caroline
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| I need to hear your saddest reggae song
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| And I’ll wallow like a zombie in it
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| Tear up my Ipi Tombi ticket
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| Let chocolate buttons limbo under my tongue
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| I’ve never liked the taste of Lucozade
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| Another sip of hospital champagne
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| Charge your glasses «Radio Luxembourg»
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| Get well soon
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| Get well soon
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| Get well soon
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| Am I the only one tuned in to Luxembourg tonight
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| Do they only programme music to accompany my cough
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| Lousy words and drab percussion
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| Fading in and out of Russian
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| I haven’t got the strength to turn it off
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| Get well soon, get well soon
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| Get well soon, get well soon
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| Get well soon, get well soon
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| 208 — fabulous — 208
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| Fabulous — 208 — fabulous — 208
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| Contagious flu cold faint
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| Contagious flu cold faint
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| Contagious flu cold faint
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| Contagious flu!
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| I’m getting better thanks to Luxembourg
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| But I didn’t stop to thank the radio
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| Today when I was downstairs eating
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| Its Ever-Ready heart stopped beating
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| Was it just coincidence, who knows?
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| Get well soon, get well soon |