EB (5/12/1992 / Port Huron, MI)

'The 'Friend's' Battle Cry'

I hear the music,
I feel the beat,
I'm about to lose it,
But want to keep,
This amazing feeling sky high.

I snap my finger,
And I tap my toe,
My mind has lingered,
Since the word go,
Watch out, I'm ready to fly.

I can sing the song,
And I can hum the tune,
It won't be long,
And then their dreams I ruin,
And I'll do it all from the inside.

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'I'll do it all from the inside': it's fine this issue, one hears music because hears inside. One plays music because...hears inside.