Step into the great outdoors
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After all it would be wrong to stay inside
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I know
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When the first chimney takes its chances
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And despite their branches all the leaves decide
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It's time to go
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And cover up the crimes
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Of the seasons passed before
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Every footpath leads into another footpath
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I can't find the place to stop
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The endless chore
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But it's time that I went visiting
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These guys I know who've bought themselves a shop
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A record store
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A humble hole in the wall
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Could you ever want for more?
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I'll be hanging in the record store
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Store
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Store
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Oh
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Do they find me annoying?
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My constant questions cloying?
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Oh
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I have seen you when your skies get overclouded
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And your eyes are breeding grounds
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For tears
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You could do worse than come on down
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To a place that's built to specialise in sounds
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For sore ears
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For years they'll search for other cures
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Your life's a film, who writes the score?
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I'll be hanging in the record store
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Store
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Store
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Oh
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What treasures in the shelves
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For he who searches, she who delves
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Astral physicists explain
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The mysteries that surround it
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But the record stays still
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While the world spins around it
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All the rest are vicious lies
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Callous and unfounded
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The record stays still
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While the world spins around it
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Yeah the record stays still
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While the world spins around it
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The record stays still
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While the world revolves around it
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Record Store
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| Darren Hanlon |
