Lyr - 33 1/3

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Thirty three and a third
They forced the door
And found in the bedsit
A pulsing hook line
And a diamond on vynil
The arms still plowing
The run out spiral
The lost module
A cartridge and stylus
In a captured orbit
Around the spindle
A looped circling
Well pooling Swansong
And died as they craned up
The weightless needle
And lowering down on the rope that he swang from
(Ohhh, Uhhhh, Ohhhhh)
They forced the door
And found in the bedsit
The pulsing hook line
And a diamond on vynil
The arms still plowing
The run out spiral
The lost module
A cartridge and stylus
In a captured orbit around the spindle
A loopd circling well pooling Swangsong
And died as they crand up
The weightless needle
And lowering down on the rope that he swang from
Thirty three and a third
Thirty three and a third
Thirty three and a third
They forced the door
And found in the bedsit
The pulsing hook line
And a diamond on vynil
The arms still plowing
The run out spiral
The lost module
A cartridge and stylus
In a captured orbit around the spindle
A looped circling well pooling Swangsong
And died as they craned up
The weightless needle
And lowering down on the rope that he swang from