| He grew up just a little too fast,
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| Lost and need it’s on his past.
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| I can hear him humming from the other side of the room.
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| Guess he’s got rhythm 'cause he hums every time he’s blue, oh.
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| Radio, lead me a melody
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| That’ll make this boy cry
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| Oh, oh, oh.
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| Radio, lead me a melody.
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| That’ll make him wonder why
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| He was so cold.
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| Broken glass and a pretty face,
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| Silent mourn full of hate.
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| Quiet face, silent mind.
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| Screaming for consequence,
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| Pleading for more.
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| Radio, lead me a melody,
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| That’ll make this boy cry.
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| Oh, oh, oh.
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| Radio, lead me a melody.
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| That’ll make him wonder why,
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| He was so cold.
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| Play him a song
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| That reminds him of a time
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| When he wasn’t tumbling down, down.
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| Tumbling down.
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| Radio, lead me a melody.
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| That’ll make this boy cry,
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| Oh, oh, oh.
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| Radio, lead me a melody.
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| That’ll make him wonder why,
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| He was so cold.
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| Radio, radio.
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| Radio, radio, lead me a melody.
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| Radio, radio, lead me a melody.
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| Radio, that boy’s got rhythm 'cause he hums every time he’s blue.
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| Radio, radio. |