Hard Advice - Stevie Nicks

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 doesn’t make a clean break»

Didn’t talk about heartache

«You have to let him go» Oh

Get over it

Remember how it was

Before our infamous past

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

This 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»