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The record shop on Sunday is a kind of church for you. I see you cross yourself backwards and sit in the listening booth. Father Rick's the one who's spinning and tonight it's Marquee Moon. Oh moonlight and music don't forget us. I know we don't deserve it now, but for the next few minutes, let love come easy anyhow. |
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You're skimming through new arrivals looking for something cool. Among all of this week's singles, there must be one for you. I know how much you've been hurt and how, but for the next few minutes, let love come easy anyhow. |
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An evening's record listening's like divine communique. What I glean from those times, I can't find another way. I know I don't deserve it anyhow, but for the next few minutes, let love come easy to me now. |
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What music you're hearing only you know - obeying commands from some distant headphones. |
