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Inhale deeply, and a two, three, four. Exhale, let it fill your soul once more. The ultimate drug of choice, immersed. Intoxication takes over, unquenched thirst. Ceasing to end, and an endless beat. The kind of tune to make you tap your feet. It's the swing in your step, the song in your heart. It's the soulful rhythm in a world torn apart. Embodies everything in one swift ephemeral plea. A beautiful song carried out in perfect harmony. It runs through our veins, innate and entwined. Music is a language for all of mankind.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
What Music Means to Me
Inhale deeply, and a two, three, four. Exhale, let it fill your soul once more. The ultimate drug of choice, immersed. Intoxication takes over, unquenched thirst. Ceasing to end, and an endless beat. The kind of tune to make you tap your feet. It's the swing in your step, the song in your heart. It's the soulful rhythm in a world torn apart. Embodies everything in one swift ephemeral plea. A beautiful song carried out in perfect harmony. It runs through our veins, innate and entwined. Music is a language for all of mankind.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
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