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Radios Of Heaven Lyrics Artist(Band):The Odds
I guess I tore my head off I hope there's something waiting for me To make my exit pay-off Taste and smell and touch Have faded from pollution As a last resort I chose the stupidest solution The first thing I did when I got in gate Was crank up the left-hand dial I got there first The track star seemed to take a while Now I can dance like Nureyev With these wings on my body St. Peter complains that it's too loud down in the lobby And I hear the voice of God He's brillant on the microphone And the radio in heaven Can make a heathen feel at home All these notes flying out play havoc with my heart Every word sung is both emotional & smart There's a gorgeous sunset Happening on the airwaves I really want you to hear this song one day So you behave And I hear the voice of God He's brillant on the microphone And the radio in heaven Can make a heathen feel at home At home If you find some error in Radios Of Heaven Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Radios Of Heaven The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "The Odds" Music | | ||||||||||||
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