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The Glue


It takes an artist to make this Not many seem to understand it It is my oxygen When it's off I'm off It's on I'm on No there isn't any other People cease to grasp it's meaning But I can Music Music changes me It makes me who I am Music is something I cannot live without I won't survive But fortunately it's here and will remain Without this I am not sane Without this I am not me Without music there would not be mortal birthed by my mother by the name of Patrice It's my glue Music will always keep me together
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