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I have music in my head A beat of a particular sound Is it my blood rushing through my veins Strumming my chords or have I found some other percussion in me instead. Whether I trail downstream to the pool or to the purple prickly moors My music goes with me Beside me and behind closed doors. It sings to me heart, a rhythm downloading my thoughts to the breeze. Wafting to the wind blasting in the lanes as I go off roading in my little jeep with rickety floors. Bumping and grinding it does behind closed doors.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
Behind Closed Doors
I have music in my head A beat of a particular sound Is it my blood rushing through my veins Strumming my chords or have I found some other percussion in me instead. Whether I trail downstream to the pool or to the purple prickly moors My music goes with me Beside me and behind closed doors. It sings to me heart, a rhythm downloading my thoughts to the breeze. Wafting to the wind blasting in the lanes as I go off roading in my little jeep with rickety floors. Bumping and grinding it does behind closed doors.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
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