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Groove
Day of birth,
It comes on fast,
Blow out the candles,
It won't last.
Bright and early,
Or dark and late,
There is so much now,
That I don't need to hate.
My back pack,
I hold as my own,
And I keep those things,
That belong on my bones.
My deep passion,
Is held tight within,
I go talk to people,
So I can laugh and I can grin.
Mainstream life,
And easy cash flow,
I eat and I learn,
So body and mind can grow.
The decade turns,
I pause and I move,
And then I make smooth songs,
That have lots and lots of groove.
Copyright © 1999 - 2024
Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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