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Let it sing, let it cry
And roll out the carpets
No such thing, musn't pry
All hail to another confession
And it's losing me
Where have all the merrymakers gone?
Where have all the merrymakers gone?
Some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling
And others still may shock, shock, shock you with all that they're revealing
But one thing's sure, there's always more information than you ask for, ask for this
Just enough knowledge to know I don't know anything, anything, anything
I don't know, nobody likes what I like, that's how I like it
Some things are personal, at least they should be
Or is it too much, much to ask you just
To maintain a little
Maintain a little
Maintain a little
Maintain a little
Maintain a little
Maintain a little
Take the cynical saint to the stake
And you burn it
It's radio, it's radio
Silence, silence
It's radio, it's radio
Silence, silence
It's radio, it's radio
Silence, silence (radio, radio)
It's radio, it's radio
Silence, silence (radio, radio)
It's radio, it's radio
Radio silence
It's radio, it's radio
Radio silence
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