We never saw them holding hands
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Or kissing all that much
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They must have loved each other
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Huh, there were 6 of us
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Mama held the fort down
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Dad he went to work
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We never thought about what she meant to him
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Or what he meant to her
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Sometimes on a Saturday
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They'd crank up that stereo
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Grab a stack of old 45 records
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We'd watch 'em put on a show
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When the needle, hit the vinyl
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Mama's hair came down
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Dad he came unwound
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In their own world
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Just a boy and girl
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We couldn't believe our eyes
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How they came alive
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When the needle hit the vinyl
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Six kids on a worn out couch
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We didn't say a word
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Dad would put on "My Girl"
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And sing it right to her
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Mama she was glowing
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Dad he made the perfect moves
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Neither one of them seemed like
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The mum and dad we knew
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They both looked younger
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As they went round and around
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Under the spell of that popping cracking sound
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Then something happened
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When they danced to the slow ones
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They got this funny look then said
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"Okay kids it's time for bed"
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When The Needle Hits The Vinyl
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| Adam Brand |
