| I found a tape in my back garden
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| A blue cassette covered in dirt
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| And through the dust the reels start turning
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| And played some memories stored in it As I hear your voice
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| It sets my heart on fire
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| That with all the noise
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| It sets my heart on fire
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| And I can’t stop the reels from turning
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| I can’t stop the tape machine
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| As I hear your voice it sets my heart on fire
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| I found a place
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| I thought was stolen
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| A place that’s built on noise and needs
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| And in my hand it spins so gently
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| Fills a void rewinding me As I hear your voice
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| It sets my heart on fire
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| That with all the noise
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| It sets my heart on fire
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| And I can’t stop the reels from turning
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| I can’t stop the tape machine
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| As I hear your voice it sets my heart on fire
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| Lay back down I told myself
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| How could I ever forget you?
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| As I hear your voice
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| It sets my heart on fire
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| That with all the noise
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| It sets my heart on fire
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| And I can’t stop the reels from turning
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| I can’t stop the tape machine
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| As I hear your voice it sets my heart on fire
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| I found a tape in my back garden
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| A blue cassette covered in dirt |