Yankee Hotel Foxtrot album cover

Wilco – Radio Cure Lyrics

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Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
Honey, kisses, clouds of fog
Shoulders shrugging off

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words

Picking apples for kings and queens
Of things I've never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
Honey, kisses, clouds of fog

Picking apples for the kings and queens
Of things I've never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Cheer up
Honey, I hope you can

Man, that song is snoozing
We're gonna keep using that word until everybody starts using it
It's like, it's like bad is a new good, at one point
Snoozin' is a new rockin'
I'll tell you more about it later

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