| 14 crates of records with my name on 'em
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| That’s a lot of music when I’m not dealing with my car
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| Staring at the crates makes me thirsty
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| They smell like dust I haven’t listened to one thus far
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| Get drink take a sip, grab a crate get a grip
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| Drag it across the floor like bam bam, it’s heavy
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| Pick one without looking, put the needle down
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| Spin it back to the beginning, I’m ready
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| It said please pay attention the words that I say
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| Helped to guide me through
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| I really really hope that they don’t slide by
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| I pass them on to you
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| Don’t let 'em slide by
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| Don’t let 'em slide by
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| Don’t let 'em slide by
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| Don’t let 'em slide
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| It was a mood setter, drums screamed get free
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| Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
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| I never really felt a record talking to me
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| Even when I met a DJ who could cut something lovely
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| The boost of energy, the feel of confidence
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| How could I be living life so tense
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| Eased off the controls
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| Put down the reins
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| The only way I could describe it was the opposite of pain
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| As I listened the words were not there any more
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| It was just those drums and a little keyboard
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| I’m staring at the needle then the crate on the floor
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| And all I could do was mouth more
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| Make a little love
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| Talk a little louder
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| Slow it on down
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| Stand on the brakes
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| Listen up closely
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| Do the right thing
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| I do my own thing
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| It takes what it takes
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| Now there was a … I don’t remember
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| But there was a part of the song that did break down
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| I don’t mean a beat break but the song did cry
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| I thought I had died, I thought I had drowned
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| Now I detached myself out of fear
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| Thinking lets get out of here
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| Another persons sorrow is not mine to bear
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| I look at the sleeve
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| The tears well up in my eyes because my name is printed right there
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| The record’s still spinning, the voices came back
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| I stare at the cover like a mirror, I’m looking back
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| I was relaxed this is so intense
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| I flip over the sleeve and I read the comments
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| It said «I dedicate this record to my brother Andy
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| With the hope that one day, you can better understand me
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| Until that day here is this one song
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| I know that you can learn from it, others will take it wrong»
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| Then the break down was over and I held the sleeve tight
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| And I am not gonna say I didn’t cry
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| I never wrote this song, no how’s or why’s
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| But I guess I couldn’t say that it told a single lie
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| The last little lyric, in the last little part
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| Was a fire on my heart, a flash of a part
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| I live life like a diesel all pressure no spark
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| So I throw myself out there as a shot in the dark
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| Make a little love
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| Talk a little louder
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| Slow it on down
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| Stand on the brakes
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| Listen up closely
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| Do the right thing
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| I do my own thing
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| It takes what it takes
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| Please pay attention the words that I say
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| Helped to guide me through
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| I really really hope that they don’t slide by
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| I pass them on to you
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| Don’t let 'em slide by
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| Don’t let 'em slide by
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| Don’t let 'em slide by
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| Don’t let 'em slide |