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May 2014
I. Blessed

1. The music breathes something through us,
        you and I;
        playing in our voices,
        soaring toward the sky

2. Our hearts break at all the wrong notes,
       but that's okay;
       our hearts break together
       and we like it best that way

3. So I love it
         when we dance
         when we around
         your record player prance

4. I love it when we dance the night away
Ace Malarky
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Ace Malarky  19/M/Minnesota
(19/M/Minnesota)   
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