| 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
|
| 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
|
| During the day
|
| All through the night
|
| They begin to take shape
|
| 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
|
| From the crack of the vinyl
|
| To the hiss of the tape
|
| These songs won’t see the sun
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| Any time soon
|
| 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 |