your best music has always been playing
recorded in the corners of your eyes
the lines your smiles have worn
a woman says your name, a chorus
her voice, the needle playing out the track
as if the earth were a big LP player
best of's are like photo albums
perfect poses in front of pretty places
salt from a tear and spit from a kiss
people never wear their names on t-shirts
play acoustic and save your ears
drink green tea instead of coffee
if you wrap your arms around me like an album cover, i promise the music will keep on playing, i promise that someday CD's will have two sides, i promise we're the only record left
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