The pads upon which I played
On tender days, rain or sun
Cursors upon which fingers laid
Far too harsh, the damage done
I will have you back
And return again
To the songs which held us
Through the night
The pads upon which I played
On tender days, rain or sun
Cursors upon which fingers laid
Far too harsh, the damage done
I will have you back
And return again
To the songs which held us
Through the night
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Tags: earnest clumsy fumbling, have you ever felt like this?, mpc, the love of man for machine
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