| And only on the radio, on the radio, on the radio... All your games...
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| And only on the radio, on the radio, on the radio... All your games...
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| I will never forget you.
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| I will keep silent until tears are simple.
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| The color that is on the lips, a wave of a thin palm,
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| I kiss the trace in red: "Goodbye."
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| I will draw rain and wind.
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| Let them say that there is no
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| The same gray eyes, in my white verses -
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| So there are not enough words to say goodbye.
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| Chorus:
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| And only on radio waves. |
| Hey! |
| How many stars are in your hands?
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| All your games are for show. |
| You are not worth my phrases at all!
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| The leaves just burned. |
| You are forever, now my enemy.
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| And only frost on the cheek, you are not worth my tears at all.
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| I will never forget you.
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| A couple of words out of place and in the cold.
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| Wrapped up in gray days, after all, he would give everything for them -
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| The one who doesn't like rain for a cold.
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| Chorus:
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| And only on radio waves. |
| Hey! |
| How many stars are in your hands?
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| All your games are for show. |
| You are not worth my phrases at all!
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| The leaves just burned. |
| You are forever, now my enemy.
|
| And only frost on the cheek, you are not worth my tears at all.
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| And only on radio waves. |
| Hey! |
| How many stars are in your hands?
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| All your games are for show. |
| You are completely mine...
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| And the track is for memory, just like that. |
| You are forever, now my enemy.
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| And only frost on the cheek, you are not worth my tears at all.
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| And only on the radio... And only on the radio...
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| All your games... Your games... |