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Dec 2014
I'm sleeping, no not living.
The beat wakes me up, no brings me to life.
The lyrics speak to my soul, singing the perfect tune.
Like a puppeteer it controls me, dancing, moving my body across the room.
This is the song, the song that keeps me awake.
This is the song, the song that keeps me alive.
Teenage Mess
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     Weeping willow, --- and Devon Webb
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