| A cold night when I was young
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| I made a wish that I’d be on the radio
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| But you said let it go
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| Tongue-tied and awkward silent but inside I screamed
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| They’d hear me on the radio I couldn’t let it go
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| You, you thought that I would break
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| That I would hesitate well look at me now
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| You, you swore that I would crash
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| That I would never last just look at me now
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| Radio, on the radio late night, winter
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| Chicago ten years and still I listen to the radio
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| And then it starts to snow
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| The station’s frequencies
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| My wild dream achieved
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| Finally they start the show I’m on the radio
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| You, you talked a lot of shit
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| And told us all to quit well look at me now
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| You, you said I’d never sing
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| But I know you’re listening just look at me now
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| You thought that I would break
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| You swore that I would crash
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| You spit a lot of shit
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| Well look at me just look at me now |