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I thought I had died but the keys brought me back to life
Her voice in my head pulled me out of my bed
Sat me next to God and we talked about the sax
Conversation broke, because she whispered he was dead.
I don’t know if anything has ever gotten me this high
My friends are starting to look at me like i’ve lost my head
But I know its somewhere between the singers legs
Because i’m looking at myself
but can only see
pandoras un-broken eggs
that used to be
She kissed my hand and I thought, asked me for a dance
But the symbols rang out
The double base didn’t double back again.
She walked away from me, her hips moving like a pendulum
I closed my eyes and realized I had been hypnotized
I never understood how she could just leave like that and let me slowly slip into the black.

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