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On The Radio
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This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
full lyrics...
This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
full lyrics...
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Features Of This Song
mellow rock instrumentation
a subtle use of vocal harmony
acoustic rhythm piano
extensive vamping
a clear focus on recording studio production
string section beds
major key tonality
a dynamic female vocalist

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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You listen to it twice
No, this is how it works
That solo's really long
It feels a little worse
But it's a good refrain
Right through that screaming crowd
You'll just do it all again
We heard, 'November Rain'
You take the things you like
Would leave the ones we love
While we were on our knees
You try until you can't
On the radio, on the radio
You cry until you laugh
'Case the DJ was asleep
Praying that disease
And stick it into some
You hear, 'November Rain'
You hope it don't get harmed
Until their dying breath
Publisher: SOVIET KITSCH MUSIC
You peer inside yourself
Until we were just bone
Began to melt away
And walking arm in arm
And everyone must breathe
This is how it works
But none of them were home
A million ancient bees
Pumping someone else's blood
But it's a pretty song
Songwriter: Regina Spektor
And all the Styrofoam
But even if it does
On the radio, uh oh, on the radio
That none of us could sleep
'Cause the DJ is asleep
This is how it works
And then you take that love you made
You love until you don't
That solo's awful long
Someone else's heart
Began to sting our knees
To aid in the decay
We listened to it twice
Than when we drove our hearse
Until it got so warm
And never come again
And on the radio
You laugh until you cry
We tried to find some words
And try to love the things you took
On the radio, uh oh, on the radio, uh oh
You're young until you're not
On the radio
While laughing up a storm
Inside their catacomb
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