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My Body opens close on a man in a denim jacket, looking down. A vintage microphone stands beside Sameer Gadhia in a checked scarf. A hand works through a pile of cut-out photos of faces. The cut-outs become a whole crowd of paper people, standing shoulder to shoulder. A man in a gray beanie stands on a city street, looking off to the side.
Sameer Gadhia leans into the old microphone, eyes shut, mouth wide. A man in a denim jacket stares straight ahead. The man in the beanie moves through a busy street. Sameer Gadhia, in his scarf, sings with his hand at his mouth. People walk past closed metal shutters on a quiet street. People walk past a row of closed metal shutters. A man in a denim jacket crosses a busy city intersection.
A man in a dark coat stands in a field by a drum kit. The band plays in a wide grassy field under a gray sky. A woman smiles on a sidewalk, brushing back her hair. A woman with a coffee cup glances back. A guitarist and a drummer play under a cloudy sky. An older woman with gray hair stands among people on the street.
Then the sidewalk fills with people. Arms and shoulders tangle as the crowd surges. A man looks over his shoulder. A crowd rushes down the street. A woman walks away down a dim street. Cut-out faces line up, a woman in a scarf and a man in a beanie among them. At the end, the paper crowd returns, cut-out people lined up in rows. A man sits alone by a wall with a music stand. Many faces fill the frame in a crowd of cut-out people.
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Follow the lyrics
Stop, the train is ridin'
Down to the station
Sameer Gadhia, in a scarf, sings into a vintage microphone.
Where you lived
When we were school kids
A crowd of life-size cutout figures, one holding a guitar.
Hey, the rails are caught now
And I am fallin' down
Sameer Gadhia, in a scarf, sings into a vintage microphone.
Fools in a spiral
'Round this town of steam
A man in a beanie looks back on a busy sidewalk.
My body tells me no
But I won't quit 'cause I want more
Sameer Gadhia sings into a vintage microphone.
'Cause I want more
My body tells me no
A man in a gray beanie and black jacket on a city street.
But I won't quit 'cause I want more
'Cause I want more
A close-up of a man's torso and hands outdoors.
Stop, the train is ridin'
Down to the station
A man in a bicycle helmet talks on a city sidewalk.
Where I lived
When I was a cool kid
People walk past shuttered storefronts.
Hey, is it my fault that
The fallen embers burn
A curly-haired young man walks down a city sidewalk.
Down in a spiral
'Round your crown of thieves
Sameer Gadhia sings into a vintage microphone.
My body tells me no
But I won't quit 'cause I want more
A man with tousled hair looks around on a city street.
'Cause I want more
My body tells me no
A blurry close-up of a drummer playing.
But I won't quit 'cause I want more
'Cause I want more
A vintage microphone beside Sameer Gadhia in a scarf.
It rides out of town
Oh, it's my road, it's my road, it's my road
A blurry close-up of a drum.
It's my road, it's my road, it's my war
It's my war, it's my war, it's my war
Sameer Gadhia sings at a vintage microphone beside a guitarist in a field.
His eyes are open, his eyes are open
Oh, 'cause I want more, I want more, want more
People walk along a busy city street.
His eyes are open, his eyes are open
Hey, hey, hey
Sameer Gadhia sings into a vintage microphone.
My body tells me no
But I won't quit 'cause I want more
A blurry close-up of a guitar.
'Cause I want more
My body tells me no
A dark figure in a dim doorway.
But I won't quit 'cause I want more
'Cause I want more
A man in a blue shirt stands on a city street in front of a storefront.
It rides out of town
A crowd of life-size cutout figures, one holding a guitar.
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