Música que se um dia dissessem que eu ia ouvir em modo repeat, eu mandava internarem-me! #7

If I was an old school 50 pound boombox 

Would you hold me on your should wherever you walked? 

Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops 

And crank it higher everytime they told you to stop? 

And all I ask is that you don't get mad at me 

When you have to purchase mad D batteries 

I appreciate every mixtape your friends make 

You never know, we come and go like on the interstate.

 (...) 

 Because good music can be so hard to find 

I'd take your hand and hold it closer to mine 

Thought love was dead 

But now you're changing my mind.

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