1, 2, 3, 4.
Four friends sitting in a room,
thinking of what to do.
One starts hitting the table,
getting into the grove.
Another starts "playing" the guitar,
Last two are grovin to the nosie.
One dose an air bass,
last one breaks out into song.
The four friends are rockin' it hardcore.
By 11th grade, the air is gone...
reality takes role.

 
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