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Aug 2010
Come on, let’s play some music
Let’s let it out of our fingers
And feet
You pluck my heartstrings
And I’ll keep the beat
With this sound
We pass around
And the way it makes your skin shake
No need to frown
Or be down
When we see the shapes our faces make

Drape you mistakes on the back of the chair
Stretch to the ceiling
Let down your hair
Pretend that the sky outside isn’t there
And I’ll show you my music

I cannot help to look
At the cracks and the crooks
In the space in your eyes
Filled with your cries
As if maybe it’ll bring back
Our music

Come on, let’s play some music
Let’s let it out of our fingers
And feet
You pluck my heartstrings
And I’ll keep the beat
With this sound
We pass around
And the way it makes your skin shake
No need to frown
Or be down
When we see the shapes our faces make
Copyright: Bennett Tyler
BB Tyler
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