| Everything I know is you
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| Let me tell you what we’re listening to
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| I’m a gentle soul, I’m sure
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| But on the stereo I’m a dictator
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| Do you even have a tape machine
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| To facilitate my plastic dreams?
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| All the things that I have seen, from
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| Morrissey to John Coltrane AHHH…
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| Cinematic Orchestra, De La Soul, the Shangri-La's
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| An adolescent love letter, a sparkling jewel of manual labour
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| I’ll make you a mixtape that’s a blueprint of my soul
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| It may sound grand, but babe, it’s all you need to know
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| I’ll make you a mixtape that will charm you into bed
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| It details everything that’s running round my head
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| That’s running round my head
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| Fondling record and play
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| Without you it’s records night and day
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| This ain’t no disc of MP3's
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| This one’s handmade, fashioned lovingly
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| Plant the rhythm in your bones
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| You’re the only angel in headphones
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| My love can paint a million tones
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| From Nine Inch Nails to Louis Armstrong
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| So resurrect your stereo
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| And the swathes of melodies will flow
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| Thelonious, Maurizio
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| I tell you, babe, it will make my heart glow
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| I’ll make you a mixtape that’s a blueprint of my soul
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| It may sound grand, but babe, it’s all you need to know
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| I’ll make you a mixtape that will charm you into bed
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| It details everything that’s running round my head
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| Woah… |