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You are my hip-hop, you’re my rock and roll. You are my R&B, you are my soul. You’re the music that pulsates through my veins. You give me life, you make me sane. When I dance, it’s you I want to look. Watchin like, “damn!”, walkin away a little shook. Singin the song, images of you creep into my mind. Feelin the treble, the bass, keeping to the time. But this song I sing is one of Rhythm & Blues, Because in this relationship, it’s not just me and you. You will always be the right bit of wrong, though undoubtedly the wrong kind of right. So I throw up my hands, I’m tired, this hurts, I want to give up this fight. The record skips, it’s broken and I know that I’ve lost. The choice has been made; you stand your ground, at whatever the cost. However, I have yet to figure out how this song will conclude. Though I hope its meaning won’t be lost or misconstrued.
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