Sometimes late at night. I turn on the radio. Your music fills the room. I just can? t seem to get away from you. Saw a life size paper doll of you. In a record store. My friends as well as me. Can? t seem to let you go. It was finished long ago. Sometimes he? s my best friend. Even when he? s not around. But the sound of his voice. Well it follows me down. And reminds me. Another famous friend told me. Love does end. Make a clean break. He didn? t talk about heartache. You have to let him go. Oh oh. Get over it. Remember how it was. Before our infamous pasts had begun. You have to let him go. He gives such hard advice oh. He gives such hard advice. He says don? t think twice. Turn off the radio. It was finished long ago. Go write some real songs. This is all wrong. Sometimes he? s my best friend. Even when he? s not around. But the sound of his voice. Well it follows me down. And reminds me. Sometimes he? s my best friend. Even when he? s not around. But the sound of his voice. Well it follows me down. And reminds me. You have to get over this. The pain? s gone on too long. Go and write some real songs. Stay out of music stores. Don? t buy that doll. Sometimes sometimes. Turn off that radio. Turn off that radio. Don? t buy that doll. Don? t buy that doll