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Mixtape.

by Quills-is-best

It's not just music, it's a vibe And when that bass drops, we come alive With the synth and the snare We are all transported there Our minds are in the DJ's hands Our bodies are slave to his beats demands This is our one true escape And it's entwined with his soul into a mixtape.
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Apr 21, 2016
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#music#trance#techno#vibes#dj#edm#plur#beats
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