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THE STEREO KNEW ALL ALONG
The plan was simple
Pin point with a compass twice
And draw the inner circle

So I sit like a cassette in a radio
In the cassette deck drowning in our song
Memories are making a melody
It’s sad you were never in the studio
The throng knew all along
We had no fan of their glory

Sometimes I wonder why pain
Breeds the best poetry
Intuition seems boring
Doesn’t matter where I am going
As long as the ride is thrilling
This roller coaster is not stopping
Till friction stops where it’s burning
The hottest
But it seems tears never vaporize

Because the stereo knew all along
That our story will be a sad song
The imagery is beyond
The nights of IMAX
Dolby Digital, pretense is our Oscars
The golden organ is our Grammy
The sweetest love song
Brewed by bitterest experience
I would sell this motion picture
To stick to the bigger picture





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