| We use to turn the radio on
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| And think that every love song
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| Was a perfect description of our love (is somebody watching us?)
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| Now, when we turn it on
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| All we hear is talk radio
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| Screaming back and forth
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| It’s all just noise
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| It’s breaking up like an AM station
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| Where has our love gone to?
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| And how do we get back the feelings that once filled our airwaves
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| And somehow we let the little things in this world
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| Catch up to us now and take away our favorite songs
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| And all were left with, is wondering how and where
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| Where has our love gone?
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| We replaced our stereos
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| Traded old speakers for new Bose
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| Still the sound of our love kept going in and out (We're taking all this junk
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| back)
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| We tried everything, from re-wiring the whole machine
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| We tried to push all the buttons
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| And all we got was mad at each other
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| Seems like the same old song and dance
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| Where has our love gone to?
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| And how do we get back the feelings that once filled our airwaves
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| And somehow we let the little things in this world
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| Catch up to us now and take away our favorite songs
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| And all were left with, is wondering is how and where
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| Where has our love gone to?
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| If we only learn to listen to one another
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| We would’ve known our reception was clear all along
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| And our songs would be the hits of tomorrow
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| And play forever
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| Where has our love gone to?
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| And how do we get back the feelings that once filled our airwaves
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| And somehow we let the little things in this world
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| Catch up to us now and take away our favorite songs
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| And all were left with, is wondering is how and where
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| Where has our love gone? |