Ah come on, yea.
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Your lips, your hips, when you touch em to mine
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each and every time I'm hypnotised, I'll admit it
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Your moves, your grooves It's some deadly stuff, I can't get enough
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Girl your love's a drug, I can't quit it
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I'm a broke record, a broke record.
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You've got my heart-heart skip-skip-skipping a beat
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from the needle through my head, hit repeat
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I'm a broke record, a broke record.
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You're a song I gotta sing along with then
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when it gets to the end I gotta play it again and again
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My friends, are wearing thin
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They're tired of hearing your name
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It ain't a healthy thing, this obsession that I'm living
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So baby please, rescue me
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I ain't never had nothing stuck in my head
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I guess a melody I keep hearing
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I'm a broke record, a broke record.
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You've got my heart-heart skip-skip-skipping a beat
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from the needle through my head, hit repeat
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I'm a broke record, a broke record.
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You're a song I gotta sing along with then
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when it gets to the end I gotta play it again and again
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Like a yo-yo-yo-yo babe is what I feel like
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up and down, driving me crazy
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Keep yank-yank-yanking my string-string baby baby
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don't stop, don't stop
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I'm a broke record, a broke record.
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You've got my heart-heart skip-skip-skipping a beat
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from the needle through my head, hit repeat
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I'm a broke record, a broke record.
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You're a song I gotta sing along with then
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when it gets to the end I gotta play it again and again
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And again (x8)
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Yea, and and again and again.
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Dang gone it.
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Broke Record
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| Eric Church |
