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Mar 2015
When you left
Music was the only thing that stayed

It's the only thing that makes sense anymore.
It's a safe kind of high
A medicine of the mind

When music kills you at least it doesn't hurt.
Amber Rush
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Amber Rush  United States; Nebraska
(United States; Nebraska)   
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