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May 2010
Thank God for music.
You scream until your voice gets hoarse
And yell until you run out of words
And now I think you're crying in the next bed.
The crying breaks my heart.
But when I finally get to put on my headphones
You leave
And I have a beautiful man
Singing in my ear.
This stuff doesn't really matter.
It'll all be ok.
Written by
Christine
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