| Lights come on from neighbors woken up and the flash
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| is our cue for the dash to the car to the back porch,
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| where we laugh and we pass to the left and reflect
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| on expected repetativenes.
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| The Dial didn’t slip an inch from that station.
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| We were floating in your room to the songs of classic
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| jazz flowing all night long.
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| As fast as we’re leading our lives,
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| it’s music that still makes us come out at night for good times.
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| Lighten up cause its summer and we’re just having fun.
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| We’re too young to be out-running and ducking the fuzz.
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| But your room was a safer than a spacious place witht
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| the clarinet filling the entire thing.
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| The dial didn’t slip and inch from that station that
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| would play the hits of our grandparents' time,
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| while I flawlessly chime in at the hit of the ride and say…
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| I’m floating
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| Static.there's nothing but static programed by popular
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| demand… and then a light appeared directly over my
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| head and it illuminated as great as the idea that came.
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| It was simple, we won’t listen to commercials or the
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| same ten songs over and over and over…
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| I’m flying from your room to the sun with classic jazz
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| still spilling from my lungs. |