About This Track
A deep house story about the unexpected final track of a DJ set that becomes the moment everyone remembers.
Play the last record slowly / Let the whole room feel it turn / All the hours that came before it / Fade the second this one burns / Play the last record slowly / Let the crowded room release / Every memory starts right here / When the rhythm shifts to peace / Hours drifting through the floor / Glass and laughter everywhere / Basslines rolling through the crowd / Hands floating in the air / Everyone expecting more / Another pulse to keep it strong / Then your fingers choose a track / No one thought would come along
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