Lyrics 

When he’s happy, he listens music. 

He listens how every instrument is contributing to the perfection of the song. 

He listens the bass particularly, for he plays bass for a band.

He moves his head with the grove, his feet to the beat and his fingers to the guitar part. 

And when he is lost, he is broken, he understands lyrics. He feels as if they were written for him. He hates the words and love them at the same time. 

He hates the pain and loves that there’s a song that is able to tell his story. Atleast the lyricist understands his pain. 

He loves lyrics. He loves words. 

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