| So I got a stack of tapes
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| Got a name and maybe date
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| They’re gonna be worth
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| Something someday
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| That is if I pop that song
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| Just about three minutes long
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| 'Bout how you told me wrong
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| Or make the outrage safe
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| And if before my time
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| I decide to take my life
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| You could take these treasures
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| And pull them up into light
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| Make every song a gem
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| Take every one of them
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| Release a collection
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| Of cacophonic hits
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| And remix, and remaster
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| My disasters
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| Our first-track words
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| And never-before-heard
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| Acoustic takes, it’s yours
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| From the shoebox to the online store
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| Bury me in analog
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| Pull the reels up
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| Nearly burn that water log
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| And release it
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| They bought it, you sold it
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| Got nothin' for everyone
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| They bought it, you sold it
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| Got nothin' for everyone
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| And when it goes out of print
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| You could then re-issue it
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| Trade off the publishin' rights
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| To the highest bid
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| To a queen or king of pop
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| Sell revolution off
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| It’s an investment, man
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| I can’t make this stuff up
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| And the brats I leave behind
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| Will party every night
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| And sleep all day 'til five
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| And live the trust fund life
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| And they’ll call the radio
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| Complain and curse and moan
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| 'Bout how everybody thinks
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| It’s cake to live this way
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| And my grave will be showered
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| With the latest in flower power
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| And the freaks will drive by my street
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| And cry and sing and dream
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| And listen to the new CD
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| Bury me in analog
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| Take the suit and
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| You can have it auctioned off
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| Couple thousand
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| They bought it, you sold it
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| Got nothin' for everyone
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| They bought it, you sold it
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| Got nothin' for everyone
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| Bury me in analog
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| Every paper
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| That I ever scribbled on
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| Is a treasure
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| Chart-topper, best seller
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| Yeah, it’ll be yours to take
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| And buy it and sell it
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| It’s all garbage anyway
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| The b’s and the suckers
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| Have all gone out to play |