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Feb 2016
The radio used to play songs I could sing to
they tortured and set free what I could not
those teenage years flew by in a haze
a fog of teen love and rebellion
and the radio spoke a language only teenagers understood
while parents had no appreciation so it seemed
of music that spoke about, and for, all young hearts and souls.
Written by
nivek
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