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Permanent marker, Covers my permanent scars, As I stand in the crowd, Listening to the guitars. Scream my ******** heart out, To a song I barely know. Losing myself in the music, At yet another show.
But this gig is getting old, The same storys bein' retold,
Over and over, The songs on repeat, But I'm still learning the lyrics, Still finding my feet. Turn the volume up, Drown out the lies, 'Cause when it goes quiet, My pain is amplified. Screaming, shouting, Giving one last shot, At the top of my lungs, This is all I've got. Coz this bass, it is my heartbeat, Its pumping through my veins, I need this, it helps me, I can't try to explain, How this music is my oxygen, I need it, it's my air, And when I'm part of the crowd, I forget that you're not there.
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