chapter 6

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~song feels and job deals~

            "what do you want me to play?" I asked feeling nervous since I haven't played in years. it took the awhile but finally we found a guitar that was probably the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The whole entire thing was made of a dark mahogany. it was absolutely beautiful with how smooth and sleek it was.

             "Do you know Heaven by   O.A.R?" Marcus asked looking doubtful that I would know the song. 

             "How do you know that song? That is my favorite song    (A/N it really is I love that song). I know it through and through." I said really excited to play a song that I at least like and not some stupid song. I put my fingers on the strings, instantly remembering how to play the song. Finally, I start to sing.

Eh-oh oh oh, eh-oh oh oh

I'm underneath it all tonight

Out my window there's a million lights

Thousand hearts feeling just like me

Man, it feels like Heaven out here in the street

I know I got a lot to learn

Breaking bottles only left me hurt

Play with fire 'til I burn myself

Don't you know that love will bring us somewhere else?

So you take the left, I'll take the right

Under arrest, we're under fire

Oh oh oh oh

I don't wanna go to Heaven if I can't get in

You take the low, I'll take the high

You lock the gate, I hear the choir

Everybody got a problem with the way I live

I don't wanna go to Heaven if I can't get in

      I start to close my eyes really getting into the song

Maybe I should take my time

And build this life by my own design

With no direction that is in between

Everything I love and everything I need

So bring it back, all I want is understanding

To live my life the way that I planned it

Wouldn't change a thing

Man, it feels like Heaven underneath my feet

So you take the left, I'll take the right

Under arrest, we're under fire

Oh oh oh oh

I don't wanna go to Heaven if I can't get in

You take the low, I'll take the high

You lock the gate, I hear the choir

Everybody got a problem with the way I live

I don't wanna go to Heaven if I can't get in

So raise 'em up, raise 'em up

All I ever wanted was a shot at your love

I know, and I believe

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