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The lights swing, flash red green blue The crowd screams
my heart is in
my throat
I shake.
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Turn up the guitar, face forward to the mike and
speak a brief hello all the while
terrified of
failure.
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Count in, one two three four and
listen
as the amp screams into life, drums beat, bass trembles and
it's begun again
that's why
i'm here
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Sweat drips as I move, violently
making love to the music I play on and on
black roses spewing forth from my lips like so much hot air
can't feel my hands anymore, nothing's here but the sound
gazing forward, seeing nothing,
flying.
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Thank you, swing the guitar off my shoulder and just as soon
it's over and I don't want to leave
just leave me up here
it's over.

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