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Her beauty was natural with the volume turned up She was music only I could hear My headphones for lonely nights A bass line that echoes my heart Her only genre was making me smile A one person concert every time we spoke She needs no instruments just her lips The only amp she needs is her soul Cover art was the pretty dresses Song names days we spent The duration of an album was each season And I wanted the summer single to never end.
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
Embodiment Of Music
Her beauty was natural with the volume turned up She was music only I could hear My headphones for lonely nights A bass line that echoes my heart Her only genre was making me smile A one person concert every time we spoke She needs no instruments just her lips The only amp she needs is her soul Cover art was the pretty dresses Song names days we spent The duration of an album was each season And I wanted the summer single to never end.
Siththa
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
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