The ones you never notice but ironically, make who you are
Things like what songs you feel like listening to
Which truly understand who you are, and how you're feeling
The ones that know you better then your best friends
When you decide which ones fit
I've always considered music a warm blanket when I was cold
Something you recognize, that instantly makes you comfortable
Just feeling the beat bounce around like a grenade in your heart
The memories they bring, with all your forgotten faces
I go to bed when the birds start chirpin
Unlock the mind
which i seek
in the fields
of unbewknownest
the cards in the factory
stop tripping
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