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Your my rim rock baby,
my six string serenade.
The bass drum's beating
and you're so overplayed.
You're my dented, snarling snare,
the black and white ivory,
the crackling of piano keys,
and you are the treble cleff to me.
You play the high notes,
I'll be the low.
I'll creep up from underneath,
and we will make a harmony.
Let's keep this in tune,
my notes tend to turn sour.
When this riff starts to tire,
I'll mute the strings and cut the power.
Soak in this silence,
this deafening white noise.
Let's keep this unplugged,
and I'll try to sing with style and poise.
You play the high notes,
I'll be the low.
I'll creep up from underneath,
and we will make a harmony.
You play the high notes,
I'll be the low.
I'll creep up from underneath,
and we will make a harmony.
my six string serenade.
The bass drum's beating
and you're so overplayed.
the black and white ivory,
the crackling of piano keys,
and you are the treble cleff to me.
I'll be the low.
I'll creep up from underneath,
and we will make a harmony.
my notes tend to turn sour.
When this riff starts to tire,
I'll mute the strings and cut the power.
this deafening white noise.
Let's keep this unplugged,
and I'll try to sing with style and poise.
I'll be the low.
I'll creep up from underneath,
and we will make a harmony.
I'll be the low.
I'll creep up from underneath,
and we will make a harmony.
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