walking to your band practice
it's a balmy tuesday night, and you're ready to make some music
you walk up the stairs to the church, tug open the door
inside the sanctuary, you hear...
PLAYING HIS TROMBONE
(j**** m******)
THERE ALL ALONE
(j**** m******)
SCREWING WITH THE REPERTOIRE
(there he is, there he is, j**** m*******)
WE'RE PLAYING A NEW PART
quiet! quiet!
IT'S ALL ABOUT MY ART!
quiet! quiet!
WHO WILL BE MY PROXY?
GOOGLY EYE SUPERSTAR j**** m******
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