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All through the night |
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They begin to take shape |
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From the crack of the vinyl |
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To the hiss of the tape |
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Play and record |
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Held down together |
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Tabs pushed off |
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So you can't tape over it ever |
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Just a couple of friends |
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Hanging out with each other |
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We started to swap tapes |
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To soundtrack our summer |
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Tapes that are full |
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Of the things we can't say |
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To each other |
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During the day |
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All through the night |
|
They begin to take shape |
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From the crack of the vinyl |
|
To the hiss of the tape |
|
Play and record |
|
Held down together |
|
Tabs pushed off |
|
So you can't tape over it ever |
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It can't be just me |
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That's working it out |
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These songs that we've chosen |
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And what they're about |
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Are we after the same thing? |
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Am I crossing a line? |
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I'm checking the lyrics |
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I'm pressing rewind |
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All through the night |
|
They begin to take shape |
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From the crack of the vinyl |
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To the hiss of the tape |
|
These songs won't see the sun |
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Any time soon |
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Under the cover of headphones |
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And for the privacy of bedrooms |
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All the best pop songs |
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Are girl meets boy |
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And there wasn't one song |
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That I didn't enjoy |
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But I lacked confidence |
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When I was young |
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So things didn't work out |
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The way they get sung |
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Play and record |
|
Held down together |
|
Tabs pushed off |
|
So you can't tape over it ever |
|
A couple of friends |
|
Hanging out with each other |
|
Just swapping songs |
|
To soundtrack our summer |
