I must confess I missed the boat
On music nowadays
Bring me back to Purple Rain
Give me Purple Haze
Take me back to Tracy's car
Careening through the night
Give me Bruce in all his youth
Blinded by the light

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Six strings make a cold heart break
And tell a timeless story
Let madrigals be made of love
Its wreckage and its bliss
And balladeers rewind the years
To that first teenage kiss

Think of all the eight-track tapes
The stars on 45
Dancing queens and disco scenes
Oh yes we will survive
Forgotten B-sides never played
On FM 97
Tunes that heal your inner wounds
And raise you up to heaven

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A song so fine it sweeps your mind
Out of the here and now
You make me feel so bright and real
Damned if I don't know how
A mellow voice if that's your choice
A Motown troubadour
A soulful strain to ease your pain
And give you something more

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