Albarn
Albarn sounded the alarm which ended the self harm
The proof is the invisible scar on my arm
I was drawn in by the undeniable charm of his art
It felt like a fresh start so now I think therefore I am like Rene Descartes
The first drum roll drew me in, this feeling I will not bogart
The music kept me pushing forward like a shopping cart
Never taking another holiday like Paul Blart
So thank you, Damon, I've planned on staying no longer straying
Your tunes will keep me swaying until my hair's graying
No longer do I feel like a vagrant boiling over with hatred
You're my truest patron
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