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Your Records at the Thrift Store

I saw your records at the Thrift Store
The complete Bach Cantatas, What a score!
It all showed up at once in the bin
And I was lucky enough to be in there with $20 bucks to spend

Thumbing through your records at the Thrift Store
I could somehow tell which ones were yours
I play them over and over
I thought you'd like to know that someone likes this stuff as much as you did

And they don't make queens like you anymore
WIth your cardigans and cologne
Those cookie-cutter kids would never know
How to do it on your own
How to do it on your own

I saw your records at the Thrift Store
You guys were dropping like flies and our eyes were sore
It wasn't right or fair
And we couldn't make anyone care
When the sentimental gentlemen were no more

And they don't make queens like you anymore
WIth your cardigans and cologne
Those cookie-cutter kids would never know
How to do it on their own

And they don't make queens like you anymore
No two of you were the same
I can see you drinking red wine on your floor
Playing Handel while it rains
On the day when the death sentence came

They don't make queens like you anymore.


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