| I really dug your double tapedeck
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| Pressin' their flowers
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| For hours with you
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| Up in your bedroom
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| Beneath that water and sun set so fine
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| Ridin' home from Sunday school
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| Kasey Kasem told me I’d find her one day
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| I believe, I believe
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| In the word he say
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| Cuz I was born to the rhythm, rock in the bosom
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| Raised on the sound of the Radio
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| And when I want to get back
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| I turn it up loud and I’m ready to go
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| We never had a look around, look around
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| The sound was everywhere and you call me on the phone
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| Sayin look what I found
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| This gettin' to that key, made just for you
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| Sun was on and wear sunglasses and the telescopes
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| We were lookin' through
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| In that open door, we stoppin' through
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| And we call, and we ran
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| And we just, we just flew
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| Cuz I was born to the rhythm, rock in the bosom
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| Raised on the sound of the Radio
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| And when I want to get back
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| I turn it up loud and I’m ready to go
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| On the Radio
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| On the Radio
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| On the Radio
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| On the Radio
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| Cuz I was born to the rhythm, rock in the bosom
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| Raised on the sound of the Radio
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| And when I want to get back
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| I get back
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| Born to the rhythm, rock in the bosom
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| Raised on the sound of the Radio
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| And when I want to get back
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| I turn it up loud and I’m ready to go
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| On the Radio
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| On the Radio |