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When we used to watch shows In that deep dark place Nothing but music Noise Alone in a crowd of swinging arms Kicking legs Hands around my hips Hold on We listen Booming Bass passing through Our bodies This is youth This was freedom Standing Watching Hearing everything We wouldn’t say We let our music fill The void
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 6:50 PM UTC
The Void, Our Dungeon
When we used to watch shows In that deep dark place Nothing but music Noise Alone in a crowd of swinging arms Kicking legs Hands around my hips Hold on We listen Booming Bass passing through Our bodies This is youth This was freedom Standing Watching Hearing everything We wouldn’t say We let our music fill The void
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becky-gold
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 6:50 PM UTC
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