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Tuesday


Like a CD you've never heard of I want to be thought of as acceptable Think of me as something new, something worth listening to Don't download me online, or just get the singles. I want you to buy me, my hard copy, spend your hard earned money on me, become my friend because you want to Desire to hear the tracks that correspond to my life I want to be played and played again until you finally understand the lyrics Feel my beat and clap your hands to my positive energy Or cry along with me to my somber negativity Cherish me like your favorite artist, Or just your favorite song And read my liner notes and appreciate my cover art as you go along Press play when you want to hear me because I'll always be by your side Pause when desired because I might get too excited and skip a track or two Stop me if I make a mistake of if you don't want to hear me anymore If I get too scratched up, wipe me off and put me back in my case, be the friend that you're supposed to be and tell me it'll be ok I'm willing to stop spinning from time to time anyway Treat me like a CD you've never heard before Think of me as something that'll change what you listen to on the radio Make sure you read my warning label though: I am different, and I am my own genre With a touch of Hip Hop, a dash of Rock and Jazz No, WAIT! I'm a bit of everything, but don't categorize me as a "subgenre" or an "other" I have a lot of live instruments and a couple of synths in my later tracks So I can appeal to most crowds… Well, that's if you buy me.
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