| Radio operator, in a tiny foreign room
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| We can hear you now and later
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| Calling out and coming through
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| Radio operator, you’re a voice so far from home
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| With a signal like a heartbeat
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| Not afraid but so alone
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| Where are the messages for me The secret codes for parts unknown
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| I’ll ride the signal to the world
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| And to the girl in San Antone
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| Radio operator, do you ever think of me
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| 'Cause I’m a gleam on some horizon
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| Just too far away to see
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| Radio operator, there are still messages to send
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| From the future, from the present
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| And it never has to end
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| Where are the messages for me The secret codes for parts unknown
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| I’ll ride the signal to the world
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| And to the girl in San Antone
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| ---- Instrumental Interlude ----
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| Radio operator, I am calling like a friend
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| From my future, from your memory
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| And it never has to end
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| This message will not end |