[{"id":20388897,"name":"Step (Instrumental)","trackName":"Step (Instrumental)","artistName":"Vampire Weekend","albumName":"Step","duration":252.6040832,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Every time I see you in the world\nYou always step to my girl\n\nBack, back, way back, I used to front like Angkor Wat\nMechanicsburg, Anchorage, and Dar es-Salaam\nWhile home in New York was champagne and disco\nTapes from L.A. slash San Francisco\n\nBut actually Oakland and not Alameda\nYour girl was in Berkeley with her communist reader\nMine was entombed within boombox and walkman\nI was a hoarder but girl that was back then\n\nThe gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out\nWhat you on about?\nI feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones\nI'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house\nSuch a modest mouse\nI can't do it alone, I can't do it alone\n\nEvery time I see you in the world\nYou always step to my girl\n\nAncestors told me that their girl was better\nShe's richer than 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I feel it in my bones\n[02:15.31] I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house\n[02:19.32] Such a modest mouse\n[02:21.53] I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone\n[02:29.02] \n[02:40.19] Wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it for youth\n[02:43.28] Age is an honor, it's still not the truth\n[02:46.27] We saw the stars when they hid from the world\n[02:49.25] You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl\n[02:52.40] Maybe she's gone, and I can't resurrect her\n[02:55.43] The truth is she doesn't need me to protect her\n[02:58.44] We know the true death, the true way of all flesh\n[03:01.66] Everyone's dying, but girl you're not old yet\n[03:04.79] The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out\n[03:08.68] What you on about?\n[03:10.60] I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones\n[03:16.99] I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house\n[03:20.66] Such a modest mouse\n[03:23.14] I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone\n[03:29.29] Gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out\n[03:33.09] What you on 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