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If Music Is Wrong, I Don't Want To Be Right

Can't live without it
Imagining hurts cause what I see is
Indolence mutts groveling in the bushes
In the shadows of buildings waiting for it to return
Not know if it's day or night
drowning in fright we hide till we hear it.

Reborn we birth from the sullen burial grave site
When the music sucker punch's our gut
Butterflies emerge cleansing our stink
We hum and twirl, jump and run
A capricious spirit evolve us to feel
A psychedelic world with rainbow notes everywhere
We venerate music that starts with seven
And transform to infinity, oh the power.      
Written by LUUH19 (Emeraldia)
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