I don’t know why but I love it slow
Live fast, die young, light up a smoke
Lose control under the grip of rhythm and blues
As emotions echo in the music we listen too
Tap your feet in beat to a kick and snare
Let the melody prick those tiny neck hairs
As guitar strings pluck and pianos cry
As you connect the pieces of lyrics to life
As components form into eloquent peace
And beauty is found in elegant speech
These are the moments, for which, we sadly long
When we can fall in love with a sad song


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