Heartbeats and Bass

What do you do when you can't comprehend your own thoughts?
When it seems as if there's nothing that makes sense?
We turn on the music, to hear the words we wish we could say ourselves.
We go to shows where our heartbeats are in sync with the bass. We are one.
Surrounded by people who share the same passion.
Singing loudly and we're no longer individual voices.
We are one crowd, one community, one family.

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