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Dec 2016
it's so loud
you search for pockets of air
a quiet place to gather
relax, re-engage
it's so loud
the music is blaring and the people are yelling
and you're not really sure why you're here
why you keep coming here

it's so loud
and the drinks cost ten dollars
you don't know how many you've had
but you lie and say the next one is the last
it's so loud
as you feel yourself slipping away
and you're not really what you're doing this for
or how you're gonna break out of this daze
Daniel Kenneth
Written by
Daniel Kenneth  Boston
(Boston)   
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   S Olson, Azaria and mickey finn
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