Dust on the shelf where the old records stay, Waiting for someone to carry them away. I lift one slowly and smile to myself, Like finding a piece of my life on the shelf. The label is faded, the cover is worn, Corners are bent from the years and the storms. Some things grow older but never grow dim... They wake once again when the vinyl spins. Every little crack, Every little sound, Brings another memory Back around. When the vinyl spins, Yesterday begins. Every note reminds me Where my heart has been. Though the years roll by, Some songs never end. Life keeps moving forward... But the music brings us home again. I hear the laughter inside every chord, Echoes of voices I can't hear anymore. Summer was dancing outside every door, While dreams kept asking for just a little more. The room grows smaller, The years disappear. Somehow the past Feels wonderfully near. Close your eyes, Let the needle fall. Sometimes one old song Can say it all. When the vinyl spins, Yesterday begins. Every note reminds me Where my heart has been. Though the years roll by, Some songs never end. Life keeps moving forward... But the music brings us home again. Time can steal the colors From every photograph. But it never steals The feeling that they have. Every melody Still knows my name. Every little heartbeat Sounds the same. When the vinyl spins, Hope begins again. Every silent moment Finds its voice within. Though tomorrow calls, I'll always understand... Somewhere in the music Lives the best of who I am. When the vinyl spins... Love begins again... Every song remembers... Every heart can mend...
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