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The brass reflects in the beams All these pretty keys have a meaning A purpose I wish I had a range like a saxophone No squeaks no mistakes I can never seem to properly replace my own reed I slur my words and phrases Not like a written slur I sound uneven and janky Sax or not I can't seem to grasp my breath Or the courage I felt like ever since I lost something in me My notes haven't sounded good enough There is something going on with my saxophone I'll hug it tight And ill tell her she's perfect no matter the flaws
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Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 7:51 PM UTC
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The brass reflects in the beams All these pretty keys have a meaning A purpose I wish I had a range like a saxophone No squeaks no mistakes I can never seem to properly replace my own reed I slur my words and phrases Not like a written slur I sound uneven and janky Sax or not I can't seem to grasp my breath Or the courage I felt like ever since I lost something in me My notes haven't sounded good enough There is something going on with my saxophone I'll hug it tight And ill tell her she's perfect no matter the flaws
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Jan 21, 2026 at 7:51 PM UTC
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