[By Golden Earring]
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I've been driving all night, my hand's wet on the wheel
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There's a voice in my head, that drives me heel
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It's my baby callin', says I need you here
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And it's half past four and I'm shifting gear
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When she's lonely and the longing gets too much
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She sends a cable coming in from above
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Don't need no phone at all
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We've got a thing that's called: Radar love
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We've got a wave in the air
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Radar love
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The radio's playing some forgotten song
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Brenda Lee's: "Coming on strong"
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The road's got me hypnotised
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And I'm speeding into a new sunrise
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When I get lonely, and I'm sure I've had enough
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She sends her comfort coming in from above
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Don't need no letters at all
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We've got a thing that's called: Radar love
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We've got a line in the sky
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No more speed I'm almost there
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Gotta keep cool, now gotta take care
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Last car to pass, here I go!
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And the line of cars drove down real slow
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And the radio played that forgotten song
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Brenda Lee's Coming on strong
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And the newsman sang his same old song
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One more Radar love has gone
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Radar Love
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Omen |