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Oct 2011
The bop of the trumpet
Flies low through the air
Erupting found crowd
Like a two drink date

Smiles grow from faces
Now without any control at all
Security dances whirling black night sticks
Bouncer's make love to tilting unarmed'

The well here is always full
For there are many souls exploding
Touching this meaningless
By music never heard before

Ground lit up with reflections water mirror
Chairs chipped from their long lonely career
Banister's are pushing against themselves now
As the manager's don't need no help from their cow

The stage is lit with fire
The crowd begins to burn
Everyone stands to hear the sound
Death weighs on them like a million n' some pounds

Stars mark the high ceiling roof
Shining down on the sweat headed geeks
A pop is heard from the one empty bar
Teenager squeals off only hearing the tear of his car

Doors are creaking n' you tried speaking
To the girl alone but she's made of stone
She cracks a smile that seems like miles
You weep as you creep back a couple steps of feet

Oceans made her from the deepest gorge
Her heart beats for her but you want more
She listens as if naked an' you can't take it
Out on the street your beat by her velvet treat
Written by
Mitchell
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