I want to go to a record store with you
we can spend the little money we have left
on The Smiths, The Rolling Stones, The Who, Pink Floyd
for an hour or two we can be angsty teens in the 80s
who drink cheap beer and steal our parents cars 
lets pretend were running away
from home, from school, from everything we know
I wanna lay on the floor of your apartment 
put a record on the turntable and hear that sweet crackle
we'll listen to what we've bought 
and pretend we're watching the stars through the ceiling
they'll dance to the beat like a laser show in our eyes
while mind blowing guitar riffs and drum beats fill our spirits

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