You can find my heart in a juke box Songs speaking the words I wish I could Music beats to my heart Scratches on the record speak volumes Skips are the mistakes in life Where entire rooms stop and look Smells of alcohol dreams Pool cue confessions coated in chalk Music stops with no more change to free our souls Each coin a passion lasting only a few moments Scrapes of bar stools cutting to the bone I hear words long forgotten and so final Vinyl cracks in bar stool seats Feels like lifelines to loves lost and stolen Cried tears and times forever frozen behind glass Scanning lists of songs like past memories Remembered lyrics and familiar tunes This song is dedicated to Remembering me, Remembering you This is to show that language comes from more than just words. The environment can tell all sorts of stories if you’d just listen.
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