The Tunics
The Tunics - Radio lyrics
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If the song's on the radio Sound's are all to you Get your hands off the jigsaw Turn off the radio Write about true Life and love and Passion and soul Black holds the doe When the lull Of the dull of radio Life and love and Passion and soul Black holds the doe When the lull Of the dull of radio I'm her poet Because the eyes in my head Well they don't seem to see What a poet sees And I can not write poetry And I've no stars Because the marks on my head Will they never believe But you don't need to be To be down on your knees Begging for the one you need I need songs To help me forget you Help me to get through Into the things that I need to do But the songs sounds so wrong Make me want to long Singing about things That I don't belong to The song's on the radio Sound's are all to you Get your hands off the jigsaw Turn off the radio Write about true Life and love and Passion and soul Black holds the doe When the lull Of the dull of radio Life and love and Passion and soul Black holds the doe When the lull Of the dull of radio