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From the Mind of the Abused Snare Drum


Stick to head The rhythm of aggression Left to right Consciousness in suspension Things go wrong Take it all out on the pad Flam tap tap You drive all the neighbors mad Always there Although you beat him senseless Never enough He's there through all of your stress Practice hard Or you'll never make it there Practice hard Or no one will ever care Practice hard Harder than you've been so far Never there You will never be that star
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