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Lost in rotation
Twelve inches in gradual stages
My life in microgrooves
I am vinyl
Played out under the burden of a worn needle
So many times I’ve scratched the surface
Knowing they brought me to hear that one song they love
And for them, I played it over, and over, and over again
Only because that’s what it was easiest to be
You see, I was built to be a 45
But I’ve spun at 33 1/3 rpm’s
Afraid to give them anything, other than what they knew me to be
They brought me for my song and dance
Rarely do they listen to the other side
Nobody cares what’s on the other side
A one hit wonder, and the band played on….
If only they could know my variations
I’m like a phonograph with an old soul
Every day wanting to play a different record
But no desire to bring new complications
I guess only God will ever know the B side of me
And for that reason I’ll be eternally received
I’m putting this record back in its original sleeve, never to be played again
Because only then, will I ever truly be freed
