VERSE 1
I remember you. Do you remember me?
I've got a feeling that I've faded from your memory.
To me, that's treachery, cos I would never be
caught violating the trust we built together. Please

read this letter to the very end. Every
word I've written is a special form of therapy...
or maybe jealousy. I'm trying to remedy
this feeling of pain that's affected me incredibly.

Do you remember how our whole thing started?
All those years ago - you loved the knowledge I guarded
and imparted to only you. I regarded
us to be as one. I thought we'd never be parted.

You were on a journey across a musical ocean.
You'd been aboard a while without preconceived notions.
Sitting on the deck, I saw you - it was devotion,
while the sound of the waves touched your ears and your emotions.


CHORUS
Everyday that passes, you keep breaking these records
br breaking these records. You keep breaking these records.


VERSE 2
Those days were thrilling. You'd have my world spinning
when you played your riddims at clubs we'd be filling
and killing. The feeling left me grinning from the beginning - you went in!
Fulfilling missions of women and men with your precision

mixes. Your tone arm upon me;
sensations of excitement the moment you touched my body;
vibrations as your diamond traced the grooves of my hardy
black skin back in the midst of those parties.

I loved the way you loved to play rough;
scratching me the way you did made me say stuff
I never thought I'd say while you made sure I stayed buff
and, if necessary, grooming me and taking away fluff.

Today's rough; no-one to slip off my white sleeve.
I sit at home bored, while you're out through the night. Please
try me again. You've forgotten how right we
go together. I never considered you might leave.


CHORUS
Everyday that passes, you keep breaking these records
br breaking these records. You keep breaking these records.


VERSE 3
Deep down I know I don't fit in here any longer.
Keeping me around just means you prolong the
agony I'm going through. Sometimes I wonder
why I'm still around here when I look along the

row of derelict homes on our old block.
Number 12 10 used to be our pad. I'm so shocked
that you've left it in a state of disrepair with no locks
to keep the place safe. Long ago rot

consumed all the rooms while the lowlifes were raiding them.
They didn't understand the musical role it played and when
the walls began to crumble, that was it. Finé - the end.
Another 1210 will now never be made again.

Besides, I heard you've got a new partner.
With my mood darker, I grew harder.
Then I heard your younger version and I knew the true master
was me. Their sound quality was poorer - that's due karma.


CHORUS
Everyday that passes, you keep breaking these records
br breaking these records. You keep breaking these records.