MUSIC

I'm sitting on my throne

The sun in my face

I'm on my own

And there's so much space

Privileged shit

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But I'm all alone

No one with me in that place

And who will make it?

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Music keeps us alive

Keeps us sane

The last thing to thrive

Keeps us free within

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The only way to survive:
Listening with headphones on

To Peggy on overdrive

To not disturb anyone

Neighborhood shit

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Our energy's deprived

And we're really, really done

Anyone not losing it?

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Music keeps us alive

Keeps us sane

The last thing to thrive

Keeps us free within

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I have one

And suddenly it's smooth

I have another

And I can feel the booze

I have a third

Like velvet down my throat

And after the fourth

I can finally float

Floating higher

I hear the choir

I'm on cloud 9

Thank you, my wine

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© written by Cosima Charlotte