Garage Band

Everytime I came you got a simple move
You got a tic on your hair
You got a blush on your face
That's the kind of things that used to call myself
The only interesting

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Suddenly you appeared looking to my eyes
I felt my heart beating louder my pupil dilated
That's the kind of things that I considere a gift
And I can't miss out on

Now I'm playing hard, my guitar it's yelling loud
Can you feel what I'm feeling
Can you rock your hump?
That's the kind of things
I used to call it all the best things

Now my band is ready and we are going to show
All the sound that we invented all the song we composed
At least I will call a dream I'm proud to live

In the night you listen to the music I made
It's make you falling in love it's make you out of control
This is the part that I go in and I can't forgive Because I am not holy

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