i am standing by a radio
listening to my favorite song
when you came and turn it off
i turn around to see your face
not so happy about it
i wonder why, you did
you wanted to say sorry
yes i understand the pain
you have been through
but i can't control the radio
i reach your hair; tap your back
you reach out and we hug
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