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Strummer


People here this noise coming into their ear like a form of mechanical nonsense

Through a tweed filter, seeds that were once sowed, now holding together through the noise

The droning noise relaxing to some takes time to sink into the thoughts and numb the skull

Putting you in the state of mind where you can accomplish the worlds tasks with nothing but strings

This pushes me on, the sharp droning screaches 

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