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Bass beat

Within music, there are two things
The bright lights in the sky at night time
and completely losing it
We keep keep abusing it
Its not that we are choosing it

Its the beat
Its the Bass, beneath our feet
All these people eradicating heat
We admit defeat

Here we will always dance
There's always that one last chance
to let go of the ultimate plan
Our fate, is in our hands

We refuse to openly realize, 
These disguises
This is timeless
We need spiritual guidance

If we say no?
Would it let us go?
Our hearts made of snow
Cold inside, Its where we are home
We dont know where to go

Theres a million things we cannot see
Theres a million thoughts, we cannot think
All our souls want to be free
been stuck here, for all eternity...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 12/22/2014 11:49:00 PM
Dani, philosophical wonder that left me to ponder, and ponder I did!
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