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Apr 2016
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 ***** to his beats demands
This is our one true escape
And it's entwined with his soul into a mixtape.
Written by
Aquilla  Seattle Wa
(Seattle Wa)   
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