| I was only a kid back in 71
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| When I found a new place to go Under the-covers by the light of the moon
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| Listening to the radio
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| And the sound that I heard painted pictures
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| and dreams
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| And memories so magical
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| Now I search down the dial
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| for some kind of spark
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| To light a fire in my soul
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| 'Cause it’s been so long and it’s still so strong
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| That nothing else can get to me the same
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| So I close my eyes and I turn back time
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| And go back, back when the music played
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| I held my vinyl like a new — born child
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| Memorising every word
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| Every cover was a window
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| into a far off special world
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| Through the summer nights, love bites,
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| music was there
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| I wrapped it around myself
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| And every single song that I loved so much
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| It’s still there on the shelf
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| And it’s been so long but it’s still so strong
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| When I don’t know if I’ll make it through the day
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| I close my eyes and turn back time
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| And go back, back when the music played
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| Hey boy, what you doing it for?
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| It was music that mattered but it ain’t no more
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| The right demographic, the data and facts
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| Is all that we need then we’ll fill in the gaps
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| Hey boy, what you doing it for?
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| We need to listen with our innocence
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| Protect the little kid inside
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| You’ll hear nothing with a cynical ear
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| And a hard heart can never fly
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| I’m just happy I’m old enough
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| To recall when rock was young
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| All the joy of discovering
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| When there Were still songs to be sung
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| 'Cause it’s been so long
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| And it’s still so strong
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| That nothing else can net to me the same
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| So I close my eyes and I turn back time
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| And go back, back when the music played |