Treasure Island

Naani Aslam


Music


Music makes me cry
Music makes me laugh
Music makes me smile
Music makes me tingly
Deep inside
When i hear music
Life comes running after me
Music is the only reason
Why i can stand on earth
Music makes cry
Music makes me laugh
Music makes me smile
Music makes me tingly
Deep inside
Music brings me back to life
Music is the only reason i live

Submitted: Thursday, June 11, 2009
Edited: Sunday, June 21, 2009

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  • Brian Jani (6/19/2014 5:36:00 AM)

    I once listened to my now favourite song and at a certain moment i felt a connection so deep that i felt like i was above all the cares and worries of the world.music is one of the best gifts ever offerd to man (Report) Reply

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