From the wall, I pull a thin slice.
And slide the shining circle of vinyl from it's case.
I pop it on, and the record player begins to spin,
The needle glides over the ridges, and the notes sound,
But I can't relax,
Cause I know I'll have to flip it anyway.
And slide the shining circle of vinyl from it's case.
I pop it on, and the record player begins to spin,
The needle glides over the ridges, and the notes sound,
But I can't relax,
Cause I know I'll have to flip it anyway.
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