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In the back of a record rack |
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There's a old double pack |
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Twelve inches and black |
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With an old crumpled cover |
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But every track is stacked |
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And it takes me back |
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To the one who caused this melancholy mood |
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And every single groove |
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Cuts me to the bone |
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Yeah, she rocks me to the bone |
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I took her back to my bachelor flat |
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While the stereo played for two |
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She unwrapped her gift |
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And played me a riff |
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And said, "this old record was just made for you" |
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Then we danced to songs of passion and |
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The singer's velvet tones |
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On the gramaphone |
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While the record played |
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She rocks me to the bone |
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Knocks me to the bone |
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Those those rock n' roll romantic songs |
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Played all summer long |
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And she rocks me to the bone |
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Knocks me to the bone. |
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Yeah, she rocks me to the bone |
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Yeah, she rocks me to the bone |
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In dreams she's smiling in slow motion |
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Devouring all of my emotion |
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Angels singing rock 'n' roll |
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While demons take away my soul |
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Voices sound, her image fades |
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Every time that record plays |
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She rocks me to the bone |
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Knocks me to the bone |
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In my back room there's an old 45 |
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That we played all summer long |
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Shakin the beams so loud it covered up the screams |
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When lover's harmony went oh so wrong |
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And in every word emotion is torn |
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And blood flows down the drain |
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Like she opened up a vein |
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And cut me to the bone |
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Yeah, she rocks me to the bone |
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And now i'm just a prisoner |
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In that stereo Hi-Fi jail |
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The needle pierced just like a nail |
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As she rocks me to the bone |
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Knocks me to the bone |
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Do do do do do do do |
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She rocks me to the bone |
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Yeah, she rocks me to the bone |
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Yeah, she rocks me to the bone |
