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The Anatomy of a Song
 


Sometimes its three chords and the truth


Sometimes itís the first time


Sometimes itís held up in some corner booth


But there ainít no time like the time




Chorus


That makes you remember the anatomy of a song


The hand that you were reaching for when you heard it come on


The drop of the bass


Giving you the courage for your groove


The day you played it all night long




Sometimes it brings tears to your eyes


Sitting three doors down to see who is parked in the drive


Sometimes you walk it down the aisle


Because there ainít no time like the time




2nd chorus


That makes you remember the anatomy of a song


You suddenly remember that the song remembers when


The freedom in that first smile


When your heart was on the mend




Sometimes you just need to dance


Sometimes you just need to cry


Sometimes your cooking dinner in the kitchen


And when you touch her hand you know that food is gonna burn


right there on the stove






Chorus


That makes you remember the anatomy of a song


The hand that you were reaching for when you heard it come on


The drop of the bass


Giving you courage for your groove


When you play it all night long



By Dana Lane Mayson

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