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Small Print
written by LetMeGo12:48 AM 3/12/05Things in life that pass us by are the most important
We don't bother to look
Just take a risk
just
just don't look
It doesn't make any sense
That a thing so full of talent
Is shrouded in smoke
Relentlessly the floor pounds
With beaten converse shoes
music captures the room
It doesn't let go
The stiffness sets in its so fucking painful
but no-one notices
in euphoria - pain?
It is not until the rythm stops
That the screaming can be heard
What sort of life is this?
It takes a while to work out but
I realise
when the bass starts up
Its the fucking good kind. |
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Woop woop lil tribute there.....must stop thinking so much
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