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Music


Music is a travesty, where Queen is your majesty. From Chuck Berry, all the way to prince, i love music, what did you think? 

Somebody once told me the world is music only, and if you think otherwise, for me you’re not worthy.

Is this the reall life, Is this just fantasy? Caught in a world where music means magic.

Music’s never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, if you don’t listen to music, you’re a clown. 

Music is lit, but just wait a bit, imma tell you why music is sick, there is a thing with music, its for everyone alive, you can be a brit, a misfit, you must admit music is lit.

HeHe, eo, it’s Britney bitch, music can make you happy, music can make you rich, but if you go down the wrong path you’ll end up as a drug-abusing prick.

 

 

 

 

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