| My sweet friend and I go to the park
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| On the day a famous pop star died
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| And we stayed there until after dark
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| And happiness is an open box
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| And I was only dreaming of how
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| I will bring you to my love
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| Taken squinting at the camera
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| The lense is getting so much alpine
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| That we can look forever and
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| Bells ring out over an open field
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| And I was only dreaming of how
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| I will bring you to my love
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| You said
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| A record is not just a record
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| Records can hold memories
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| All these records sound the same to me
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| And I’m full up with memory
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| A record is not just a record
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| Records can hold memories
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| All these records sound the same to me
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| And I’m full up with memory
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| And I’m not wrong and
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| Maybe I’m not right
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| Can I call you up
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| When I can not get to sleep tonight
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| And I’m not wrong and
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| Maybe I’m not right
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| Can I call you up
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| When I can not get to sleep tonight
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| And I’m not wrong and
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| Maybe I’m not right
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| Can I call you up
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| When I can not get to sleep |