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I've made so many records now I just don't know what to play
I've told you so much about myself I don't know if there's anything left to say
And I'm not feeling all that old
I'm not trying to act cold
I can't see the forest for the trees, and I'd much rather go home
Go home!
I used to make a single hoping for radio airplay
I don't know about you, but me, I haven't turned my radio on in... years
I'm just playing vinyl that I can't afford to make
And I'll sit here and absorb the music I'm not good enough to play
Play on!
This is the voice I was born with, and this voice comes through my nose
I'm too nice to even feel right charging to get into my shows
Etirovaf ruoy raeppa ot ytilauqe tcepxe thgim uoy, yap uoy ecno esuac'
I'd do okay in one town
Turn off your radio, there's probably nothing on
I'd play vinyl records, at least then I can sing along
I'm not out of passion, I am really low on gas
Get your fuckin' shinebox!