The Record

I don't know how I'm up for the fight
Because I know you knock it straight out of me
But when the light, it calms down
I play The Record
Yeah when the light, it calms down
I play The Record

And it's not your style to run and hide
I watch you hold your hands up
And work your feet
And the lightening comes down
To the Record
And the lightening comes down
To the Record

I shouldn't be up this late
I run across it with my fingers
Drop the needle to the groove
Stand my ground
Wind you up for the ballet
Pound the kit in the air like a damn fool
Hold your hand
Step back
Scream '2,3,4' as you spin
Round and round

And I know you're not by my side
So I fill my glass up and drink it neat
And stumble to The Record
Scan my room for the sleeve

But it picks up in the second verse
And you are there
Peering through hazel strands
With your old sandpaper stare
It moves me like a child
It moves me like I'm Prince
And its 1999
Honey set the sky on fire

I shouldn't be up this late



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