Furtado, Nellie (Nelly) - On The Radio

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You liked me till' you heard my shit on the radio
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Well I hate to say but pop aint' going solo
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You liked me till' you heard my shit on the radio
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But now I'm just too mainstream for you, oh no
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You liked me till' you seen me on your t.v.
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Well if you're so low below then why you watching
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You say good things come to those who wait
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Well I've been waiting a long time for it



Chorus:
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I remember the days when I was so eager to satisfy you
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And be less then I was just to prove I could walk beside you
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Now that I've flown away I see you've chosen to stay behind me
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And still you curse the day I decided to stay true to myself


You say your quest is to bring it higher
Well I never seen change without a fire
But from your mouth I have seen a lot of burning
But underneath I think it's a lot of yearning
Your face, the colours change from green to yellow
To the point where you can't even say hello
You tell me you'd kill me if I ever snob you out
Like that's what you'd expect from me, like that's what I'm about

Chorus


Bridge:
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It's so much easier to stay down there guaranteeing you're cool
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Than to sit up here exposing myself trying to break through
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Than to burn in the spotlight, turn in the spitfire
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Scream without making a sound, be up here and not look down
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because we're all afraid of heights


Chorus


Why ya hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me hurt me so so,
leave me down down down down low
leave me down da down down da down da down down down...
shit on the radio... shit on the radio...
shit on the radio... shit on the radio