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when the music comes on
it's always that... beat
that beat that... beat
that get's next to me
intravenously under my skin
like a long lost companion
that I miss so much
that I have to
cry myself to sleep
every night
on a daily basis
going back to basics
when love was utilized
instead of wasted
the sound of music
made the hills come alive
the sound was so good
you could taste it
with a fork and a knife
an apatite for finer things
didn't want chicken wings
beef between, Bird Man
and little Wayne
maybe they would get along
if they could sing, songs
like Ebony and Ivory
but that was just another
song, sung about piano keys
or...was it?
