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I ain't told nobody 'bout the trouble I got on me |
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Kept my tears to myself so no one in the world could see |
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No, I ain't let on the truth to a living soul |
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So how's the radio know |
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How's the radio know she left |
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How's the radio know I did her wrong |
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Every record that DJ spins |
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Is a good-love-gone-bad song |
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How's the radio know I miss her |
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And I'd die to tell her so |
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Oh, how's the radio know |
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He played one about a fool who's choked up with regret |
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Then one about a woman that a man won't ever forget |
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Played back-to-back heartbreakers in a row |
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How's the radio know |
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How's the radio know she left |
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How's the radio know I did her wrong |
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Every record that DJ spins |
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Is a good-love-gone-bad song |
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How's the radio know I miss her |
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And I'd die to tell her so |
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Oh, how's the radio know |
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Maybe she's tuned in, so Mister DJ, please |
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Play a song that's filled with sweet apologies |
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Then crank it up so the signal's loud and strong |
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Help me bring her back home, help me bring her back home |
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How's the radio know she left |
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How's the radio know I did her wrong |
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Every record that DJ spins |
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Is a good-love-gone-bad song |
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How's the radio know I miss her |
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And I'd die to tell her so |
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Oh, how's the radio know |
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Oh, how's the radio know |
