Rock
'n Roll
When I need a pick-me-up
I turn digits into frequencies
turn the volume up
and let the music kick me down the hill
The true rock 'n roll
hurts
like a good run
a controlled fall
leaving you sore the next day
It lulls you into a trance
massages your spirit
allowing your thoughts
your worries
and anxieties
to drift away
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