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He'd write words and phrases
That mess their faces
Strum at their emotions
Make them come to their senses

Drum beats and guitar tabs
A perfect combination
To write the song
Of the century!

Now sing along with him
As he composes the perfect melody

The music's turned up loud
The audience is a crowd
They're jumping to the beat
On tip toes, on their feet
They're swaying to the sound
To the rhythm they are bound
They dive into the music
And the cloud's just way too thick

Albums and mixed cds
Stacked against her wall
Arranged by preference
To play them is a ball

Tickets and backstage passes
The concert of a lifetime
Time to meet the band
Oh, it's all so grand

Waiting on the lines
This night will turn out fine

The music's turned up loud
The audience is a crowd
They're jumping to the beat
On tip toes, on their feet
They're swaying to the sound
To the rhythm they are bound
They dive into the music
And the cloud's just way too thick

Adrenalin rush
Stereo on full blast
Hands thrown in the air
The crowd's asking for more
Wait for it, ...
Here comes the encore!

The music's turned up loud
The audience is a crowd
They're jumping to the beat
On tip toes, on their feet
They're swaying to the sound
To the rhythm they are bound
They dive into the music
And the cloud's just way too thick