The Familiar Beat
That familiar tune of twist and shout,
A familiar beat that I cant live without.
When the time comes and I've lost everything
The one thing I need more than anything
Is that familiar beat of the drum
The rum pum pum pum.
My sanity remains only with this,
the simple familiar beat
That lets me move my feet.
When nothing is left except that treat
At least I will have that familar beat.
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