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Clock radio wakes me up from my dreamsThis bathroom floor's feeling cold on my feetBut I keep the rhythm by brushing my teeth to the radioThe nest thing I knew, that toothbrush in my handWas a microphone and I was staring backAt ten thousand screaming fans through my radioBack to Earth, off to work, that is the dealI'm not a star, but I know how it feels to be on my radioWell I pulled into work and heard "Born To Be Wild"I reached for the knob and I cranked it up loudAnd I blasted that Harley straight on through the town on my radioNo, these aren't handlebars, it's just my steering wheelAnd I'm not a rebel, but I know how it feels on my radioLetras de cancionesMusic carries hearts awayTurns then 'round and makes then stayProves there's nothing you can't doAnd by itself, makes dreams come trueWe pulled off the road just to talk for a whileI pulled her closer, then I saw her smileLit up by the soft amber light of the dial on my radioAnd somehow the DJ knew just what to playAnd the singer knew just what to sayTo make her melt in my arms that way by the radioTwo innocent hearts and an automobileI'm not a stud, but I know how it fels, thank God for that radioI've learned how to love and I've learned about lifeAnd I've done it all staring straight through the eyes of my radio From Letras Mania