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Band Geek


They call me a band geek

They call me a freak

But what they don't know is it helps me think

When I hear the beat 

I tap my feet

Everything in my mind starts going

All of my intellegance starts showing

My eyes begin to glow

As my ideas begin to flow

I put them on paper 

And here you go

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