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| RADIO RADIO
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| Elvis Costello
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| E B
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| I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial
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| A E
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| Doing anything my radio advised .
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| B
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| With every one of those late night stations
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| A C#m
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| Playing songs, bringing tears to my eyes.
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| A B
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| I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
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| A/C# B/D#
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| When the switch broke 'cause it's old .
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| A/E B/F#
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| They're saying things that I can hardly believe.
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| B E
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| They really think we're getting out of control.
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| E C#m
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| Radio is the sound salvation.
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| B
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| Radio is cleaning up the nation.
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| A E B E
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| They say you better listen to the voice of reason.
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| A E B C#m
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| But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason.
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| B C#m
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| So you had better do as you are told.
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| B E
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| You better listen to the radio.
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| |E B7 E|B |E B7 E|B |
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| Am E
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| I want to bite the hand that feeds me.
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| Am E
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| I want to bite that hand so badly.
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| C#m B7
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| I want to make them wish they'd never seen me.
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| Some of my friends sit around every evening
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| And they worry about the times ahead.
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| But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
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| And the promise of an early bed.
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| You better shut up or get cut up;
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| They don't wanna hear about it.
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| It's only inches on the reel-to-reel.
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| And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
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| Trying to anaesthetise the way that you feel.
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| (chorus)
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| E B7 E B E B7 E B
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| Wonderful radio
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| E B7 E B
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| Marvelous radio
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| E B7 E B
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| Wonderful radio
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| E B7 E B
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| Radio, radio.
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| E B7 E B
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| Radio, radio.
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