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I remember, Kneeling before, parts on the floor Of the radio I took apart to find Elvis But he'd left this building... And I can't deny, since then I've wondered why The songs they play and the songs I hear Do they ring true in my ears? You can't pull this wool any tighter over our eyes I wanted so, I wanted oh so badly I want to go where I don't know Why songs play on my empty radio And the radio's turning me off Damn the radio My father'd drive I'd take the shotgun side With the window down and the signal clear In hopes I'd hear the Cheap Trick record Over and over again 'Till I could believe I wanted so, I wanted oh so badly Whose got the answers 'cause I've got some questions When they hit the stage, do they feign the rage That plays so well on empty radio? Everything it gets destroyed Everything is empty radio And the radio is turning me off And the only thing I think that I believe is we've been had Every grade level sings his song, but no one stays on top that long You couldn't shoulder what he knew was the weight And the radio's turning me off From Letras Mania