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I hear the songs on the radio, they might be fast or they might be slow The river's song they play, I've been thinking about you The other man walking down the street, he looks at me and he smiles real sweet He don't matter to me, cause I'm thinking about you Every little dream I dream about you, every little thought I think about you It's time to play and you go away, I ought to keep you locked up