| (Voice on the radio, voice on the radio
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| Voice on the radio, voice on the radio)
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| Well late a lonely evening, the sound on the radio
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| The music’s not my style, so I move the dial
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| Pick up a station that I didn’t know
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| His voice was so appealin', caught me with his sweet talkin' lines
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| As his yells went by, I could’ve known the guy
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| I was on his wave length and he was on mine
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| A voice on the radio, keeps turnin' me on
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| A voice on the radio, keeps turnin' me on
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| Next day I wrote a letter, care of his duty oh
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| I said that he was the best, asked if he played requests
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| Sent him my number and a recent photo
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| Not only got a mention, he phoned me to say hello
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| But before I had time to lay my heart on the line
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| The song was over and he had to go
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| A voice on the radio, keeps turnin' me on
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| A voice on the radio, talkin' to me every evening
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| A voice on the radio, keeps turnin' me on
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| A voice on the radio, is it love or am I only dreamin'
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| I guess it’s now or never, to make a person to person call
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| If he forgets me forever, I’m just another girl on a photograph on his wall
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| I’ll make a person to person call
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| Chorus repeats out |