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You reap what you sow, to plant what youre almost sure you know,
A harvest of wrongs at the end of each September song.
Opinions arouse with the touch of consensus from the crowd,
A reveal of the truth dressed in t-shirts and cowboy boots, and faded suits
But I have something to say,
The microphone falters and crackles away. Radio

Let me go, Radio!
Let me go, Radio!
Let me go, Radio!

Bearing the soul tween the hours of noon and 4.
Choose for yourself with the ears of everyone else.
Dont tell me what to do: Cause I cant hear you, cause I cant hear you,
Cause I cant hear you, cause I cant
And I have something to hide,
The frequency cuts through the inside and outside. Radio

Let me go, Radio!
Let me go, Radio!
Let me go, Radio!

Cause I cant take this any longer, Cause I cant take this any longer

But I have something to say,
The microphone falters and crackles away.
Let me go, Radio!
Let me go, Radio!
Let me go, Radio!

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