In The Waves
Here comes the waves of a certain motion
Loudness erupting from all the commotipn,
You look closely and see a problem
Through beer on the floor and smell of kush in the air
It's actually people without a single care,
We here because of music and nothing else
Were not going back to work, all we do is stack shelfs
Tonight were free and powerfull
Tomorrow were in school or work feeling dull.....
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