On The Radio

Chip Taylor

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    This is how it works
    It feels a little worse
    Than when we drove our hearse
    Right through that screaming crowd

    While laughing up a storm
    Until we were just bone
    Until it got so warm
    That none of us could sleep

    And all the Styrofoam
    Began to melt away
    We tried to find some worms
    To aid in the decay

    But none of them were home
    Inside their catacomb
    A million ancient bees
    Began to sting our knees

    While we were on our knees
    Praying that disease
    Would leave the ones we love
    And never come again

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    On the radio
    We heard November Rain
    That solo's really long
    But it's a pretty song

    We listened to it twice
    'Cause the DJ was asleep
    This is how it works
    You're young until you're not

    You love until you don't
    You try until you can't
    You laugh until you cry
    You cry until you laugh

    And everyone must breathe
    Until their dying breath
    No, this is how it works
    You peer inside yourself

    You take the things you like
    And try to love the things you took
    And then you take that love you made
    And stick it into some

    Someone else's heart
    Pumping someone else's blood
    And walking arm in arm
    You hope it don't get harmed

    But even if it does
    You'll just do it all again
    And on the radio
    You hear November Rain

    That solo's awful long
    But it's a good refrain
    You listen to it twice
    'Cause the DJ is asleep
    On the radio

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