Miles Davis is the Devil
Finger tips tap on three keys... Hot like butter in a skillet Play a note He'd kill it, light a cigarette with no match.. Giving the mind something sticky and sweet to bite down on.. The music plays long after the record stops...

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Nice!!!!
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Dope!
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Very nice!
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Clever
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