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the good goes wrong

There’s a radio singing to the snow
About a homecoming and a 0-0 score
Was it a hopeful song, singing all along

Even when the good goes

With your high beams on and
You're speedin' on 95
Turn the radio up just to
Feel something when I drive
And I can't grip the steering wheel
And I

sawdust in your hair
They’re shoutin’ out “Last Call” but we don’t care 
I waltz you to the car, turn the radio on, for one more dance, one last song  
I

to these eyes, born with a squint

[Verse 2: Advizer]
We're in the part of the country where the radio buzzes
But we don't turn it off 'cause we fear

Przełączam światła nastawiam radio
Spikera głos odgania sen
Hm tak sobie myślę co by to było
Gdyby tak nagle zmienić się

Ze starych wrogów przyjaciół zrobić

stanie oddać za to
10 piosenek skolka price maximal and justice for all

Czwarta piosenka przepadnie w radio
Boś użył dwa słowa których nie warto

getting shot, sticking up for their rights.
Getting beat up by the cops, for not being white.
Some of us are hanging on, most of us are fine.
We've still

Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah, now check the method

path for weeks
Nothing more is happening here
Than a distant song
Playing on the radio
And it’s all I can hear

They’re singing
Where do you want me

The Promise
words and music by Jose Promis

One time in a café			
A rainy, dark and blustery day
Something on the radio 
Convinced me it was time

Fire together
Written by: Orianthi / Steve diamond / Ruslin Odnoralov

City lights shining like the sun
Driving with you down the 101
We got

And Watches Are Motionless
As Radio Floods The Sky With Messages
I Should’ve Held You, On Our Last Farewell
But I Was Hypnotised, By Your Pleading Eyes

These

shady
Always wavy
Got no baby
Ay, never cared about the radio
I do my own songs and I ain't tryna get too close
So please step back and stop complaining

can only findP is like a parachute
Q is always queer
R is on the radio where the
S’s sneer
T is in temptation
U is underground 
V is for the Velvets

again.

How clearly, I can see, her in my memory, she didn’t see me standing by the phone. She said she had a plan, to up and leave her man, she said that

this is how I eat

Killer, radio killer, contract killer
Studio killer nigga 'cause I make hit's
Call me hitman bitch i get paid for murder
Number one

Aint Even As Good
Words and Music By: Justin Busch (JustinRBusch@yahoo.com) and Dave Tough


VERSE 1:
Windows rolled down in my El Camino
See another

Radio, TV and magazines
Tellin you how to be to make the scene
It's all black and white no
Grey matter in between
And the megalithic media with feet

What they do is, they sort of sit in, uh
Fake taxis, you know, four
Beefy white guys, uh, Sit in
A fake taxi by the side
Of the Williamsburg Bridge

growing, get lost in time Roman
Cannabis competitions like Romans

Still hit the woods by sloaning
Lime green or good omen pBS reruns of Conan
Trading places

nog hier op dieselfde plek
Sedert die dag van jou vertrek
Ek hoop jy hoor die liedjie op die radio
Onthou daar's altyd plek by my vir jou

(Stickertjie)

son of a gun

Listen so radios your hella special ain't Doritos
Thank me how voice abundant foreign like some tea toss
I can help but wonder how

through
The stars in town so the mall's all packed
He wanna see the show but
He can't afford dat
His favourite MC is in the city on the radio
He got a hit

Last night I was ready to go
But shawty tweakin my emotions
She think I'm a radio
But I ain't sweat it like I'm smokin reefer
Way too busy stackin