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My stereo and I


I think I'm in love with my stereo, He never lets me down.

With the bass of the beats booming from ear to ear.

I come alive!

Fast songs erect my feet to move,

while slow songs make me remember our past.

My stereo never judges me.

When I sing out loud to the pumping flow.

He just sings along with me.

I can be myself aound him.

Sing real HIGH if i want to and sing LOW when i'm blue.

But me and my stero come as one.

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