A cold night when I was young
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I made a wish that I'd be on the radio
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We used to let it go
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Tongue tied and awkward silence
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But inside I scream to hear me on the radio
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I couldn't let it go
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You, you thought that I would break
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That I would hesitate
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Well look at me now
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You, you swore that I would crash
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That I would never last
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Just look at me now
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Radio
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On the radio
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Late night, winter Chicago
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Ten years and still I listen to the radio
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And it starts to snow
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The station's frequencies
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My wild dream achieved
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Finally they start the show
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I'm on the radio
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You, you talked a lot of shit
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And told us all to quit
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Well look at me now
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You, you said I'd never sing
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But I know you're listening
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Just look at me now
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You thought that I would break
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You swore that I would crash
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You spit a lot of shit
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Well look at me
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Just look at me now
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Radio
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| Kill Hannah |
