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She combs her hair and looks in the mirror
He's sleeping by her, she sleeps alone
What does she need to make it all clearer?
Who does she live for when she gets home?
Upon request she cancels plans for them
Only to spend an evening alone
So hard to please but pleased to be without
But doesn't seem on the telephone, there's a
Radio
Where her heart was
There's a radio
Where her heart was
Without a line he looks in her eyes
She sees a man with nothing to say
It makes her mad when he tells her lies
But yet the truth brings a longing day, there's a
Radio
Where her heart was
There's a radio
Where her heart was
It's alright, she says this
As she sits there by herself
The good times, she's seldom
She turns her station louder
And sings a simple verse
Without a line he looks in her eyes
She sees a man with nothing to say
It makes her mad when he tells her lies
But yet the truth brings a longing day
Upon request she cancels plans for them
Only to spend an evening alone
So hard to please but pleased to be without
But doesn't seem on the telephone, there's a
Radio
Where her heart was
There's a radio
Where her heart was
There's a radio
Where her heart was
There's a radio
Where her heart was
Where her heart was
Radio
Radio
Radio
Radio