Chumbawamba - To A Little Radio | Текст песни

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• Chumbawamba
• To A Little Radio

Oh little box I carried in my flight
so as not to break the radio tubes inside me
from house to boat from boat to train held tight
so that my enemies could still address me

Right where I slept and much to my dismay
last thing each night and first thing everyday
about their victories—defeats for me—
oh please do not fall silent suddenly, suddenly.