As he fired up the drum machine
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He stole a glance at the empty seats
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He took a minute to retune his guitar
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As the hour grew late
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I wanna send this out to Richie Vey
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In his thrift-store corner of the world
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His soul is my cheap laugh
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As the hour grows late
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The Hour Grows Late
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| Yo La Tengo |
