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Turning me on, while faking the beats I might, oh I might Taking away What problems may be I'll try, oh I'll try Ooh, turn it on Ooh, turn it off No, no I'll leave it up to my radio To tell me who to be I'll leave it up to my radio To tell me what to see My radio, whoa, whoa My radio Paid for air, but static is free I might, well I might If this what You want me to be I'll try, well I'll try Ooh, am I hip? Ooh, do I fit? No, no I'll leave it up to my radio To tell me who to be I'll leave it up to my radio To tell me what to see My radio, whoa, whoa My radio I'll leave it up to my radio To tell me who to be I'll leave it up to my radio To tell me what to see Fuck radio, and rock and roll Fuck radio, and rock and roll Fuck radio, and rock and roll Fuck radio, and rock and roll Fuck radio, and rock and roll Fuck radio, and rock and roll Fuck radio, and rock and roll Fuck radio, and rock and roll I've given up on my radio I'm content, now I'm free I close my eyes 'cause I believe In what rock should be Why leave it up to my radio? Despair makes my ears bleed Can't leave it up to my radio When I just don't believe