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You're slipping away Your mind it is almost gone Eyes clouded by confusion Then you sing a song your eyes brighten once more The moments seem to be passing by your minds door Once strong and leaned on,
Hi, my name will remain anonymous for the simple fact it's my heart speaking not my name or who I am. Lorde, I've never been a die-hard fan but I am absolutely a fan, especially of your latest album Melodrama.
Pop, the leader of the age, Confined in today's mainstream cage, Who's designed to give what the masses want While every station encourages her flaunt.   Rock, the rebel, born of rage,
The sweeping sounds cascade out of the stage Bouncing around the room, Mixing with the cushioned chairs And the old-people smell.   The brass blasts out a baleful melody
Blow Pop Smack Blow Pop Smack Chew Chew Sigh Chew Chew Blow Pop Smack Sigh.
Don't you realize what you're doing? This pot of disaster you're brewing? We make scientific advances with new toxins and decided to proceed commercial use without caution.
People don’t have balls. They’ve got phones             that say you’re a Rock God They’ve got TVs             the size of stadiums They’ve got music             plugged in their ears 24/7
Lyrics so enchanting I tremble Beat so good I shake it My brain My thoughts Coincide With my withdrawals Especially if I have the withal Or the guts Or the truth Or the tenacity
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