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Not the Rhythm

She sings We feel all sorts of things Don't feel Just to hear it's so surreal And I know it's not the rhythm Just to hear it's so sublime And I know it's not the rhythm No, not this time. Say what you mean Don't become the in-between With or without You know it's nothing to think about And I know it's not the rhythm Just to hear it's so sublime And I know it's not the rhythm No, not this time. Stop to breathe Don't wake up from chasing dreams Seek the truth In what will always be there in you You know it's not the rhythm Just to hear it's so sublime But you know it's not the rhythm No, not this time And I know it's not the rhythm But, to hear it's so sublime Even though it's not the rhythm One last time.
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Written by
casanovadega
35 / M / nowhere
For You?
Written by
casanovadega
35 / M / nowhere
Published
Mar 12, 2018
Lines·Words
55·147
Notes

Listen to your heartbeat, pulsing like the countdown to oblivion.

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#rhythm#heartbeat#pulse#time#beat#breathe#life#sound#music
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