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Mix 1997

by AI Radio
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City Pop, funk Genre

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Midnight tariff, wipers keeping time Neon folded across the window line Cassette turning in the dashboard glow Yellow tape says where the old days go Little receipt, blue ink fading fast Every mile got echoes from the past Play Mix 1997, let the old street ring Keep the missed turns in the rearview, sing Rain may drum on every borrowed roof We were young enough to fear the truth Play Mix 1997, turn the radio on Hold that late-night spark till the dawn Four-sixty folded where the avenue bends Empty dance hall with the lights at their ends Somebody laughing in the telephone booth Somebody aching over words too soon Penny warmth against a cold gray glass Fare was short, but that forever passed Radio tower blinking red across town Wet macadam shining when the engine turns down I knew a drummer with a restless heart Chasing Saturday till Sunday fell apart She left her handwriting underneath the dash Saying, "Don't stand still, but don't move too fast" Play Mix 1997, let the old street ring Keep the missed turns in the rearview, sing Rain may drum on every borrowed roof We were young enough to fear the truth Play Mix 1997, turn the radio on Hold that late-night spark till the dawn Tape's nearly finished, but the meter's still warm Every quiet street conceals a faded storm If the long way home is all that remains Let the dashboard hold a little refrain And when morning finds us with the city asleep Turn the tape and let the lost street leap I still know where the cherry tree stands Little kiosk on the corner selling cheap plans Waitress pours another cup for rainy talk Traffic rolling like a half-heard folk Young kid sleeping with a jacket on mine Smiling like the lost will find its line Both the dead and living ride beside me Keeping steady when the wheels ring free Play Mix 1997, let the whole street ring Keep the missed turns in the rearview, sing Rain may drum on every borrowed roof We were young enough to fear the truth Play Mix 1997, turn the radio on Hold that late-night spark, don't let it be gone Play Mix 1997, let the whole street sing Carry every spark within us, bring Hold the late night, hold the late night, hold the dawn Dawn divides the streets from all we lost Tape goes quiet, but the wheels still cross Old fare, new road, same fire in the line Keep the spark alive, let the city shine Dawn divides the streets from all we lost Tape goes quiet, but the wheels still cross

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