It started on a lonely Friday
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The world was gray and overcast again
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I couldn't find no one to be my friend
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Locked the bedroom door as always
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Saw my brother's records laying there
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And so began a life-long love affair
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I put the record on the stereo
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And though I wasn't quite a Romeo
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The loneliness was gone
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When I put the record on
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And with the spinning of the turn table
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I felt a burden lifted from my soul
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I saw a new day dawn
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When I put the record on
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Years went by and still I struggled
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Lovers lost to what I could not say
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Running from the sober light of day
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But as the world around me crumbled
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I heard the sweet and lyrical refrain
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Heroes walking homeward through the rain
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I put the record on the stereo...
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And it said:
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Shalalalala Shalalalalala
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You ain't alone in your sorrow
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Shalalalala Shalalalalala
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You ain't alone in your pain
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Shalalalala Shalalalalala
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You'll feel better tomorrow
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I put the record on the stereo...
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When I Put The Records On
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| The Gathering Field |
