| If I waste ends
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| I’m not making rent
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| Who can afford this town?
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| With all the tickets left, no monthly pass
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| But signals I’m receiving
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| Convincing me to stay
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| 'Cause I’m getting in tune
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| But only want one station
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| That station is you
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| But I get left to dry and to wait
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| And to wonder what you’re playing
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| I got pulled down by short waves that carry your songs
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| The ones you play for everyone but me
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| And now the calls on your end
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| The unfavored audience
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| Inquiry to your frequency
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| But the signal is crystal clear that…
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| I am not getting in tune
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| Don’t want the other stations
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| It’s Annie’s I’d choose
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| But I get left to dry and to wait
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| And to wonder what you’re playing
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| Keep the volume up, so you can turn the dial back down
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| I might waste ends
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| And I might not make rent
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| But I can’t afford to leave this town
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| Not while you’re around
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| And your stations loud |