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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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LeoBadillo
<p>With a certain crowd listening to music</p>
LeoBadillo
<p>Just the feeling of lisntening to music with a certain crowd</p>

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