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My HeArT's A sTeReO

Explanation:

My heart's a stereo

It beats for you, so listen close

Hear my thoughts in every note

Make me your radio

Turn me up when you feel low

This melody was meant for you

Just sing along to my stereo

If I was just another dusty record on the shelf

Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else

If I ask you to scratch my back, could you manage that

Like it read well, check it Travie, I can handle that

Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks

It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks

I used to used to used to used to, now I'm over that

'Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts

If I could only find a note to make you understand

I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand

Keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune

And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you

My heart's a stereo

It beats for you, so listen close

Hear my thoughts in every note

Make me your radio

Turn me up when you feel low

This melody was meant for you

Just sing along to my stereo

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh to my stereo

Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo, let's go

If I was an old-school, fifty pound boom box

Would you hold me on your shoulder, wherever you walk

Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops

And crank it higher every time 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

Appreciate every mix tape your friends make

You never know we come and go like we're on the interstate

I think finally found a note to make you understand

If you can hit it, sing along and take me by the hand

Keep myself inside your head, like your favorite tune

And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you

My heart's a stereo

It beats for you, so listen close

Hear my thoughts in every note

Make me your radio

Turn me up when you feel low

This melody was meant for you

Just sing along to my stereo

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh to my stereo

Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo, let's go

I only pray you never leave me behind (Never leave me)

Because good music can be so hard to find (So hard to find)

I take your hand and pull it closer to mine

Thought love was dead, but now you're changing my mind

My heart's a stereo

It beats for you, so listen close

Hear my thoughts in every note

Make me your radio

Turn me up when you feel low

This melody was meant for you

Just sing along to my stereo

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh to my stereo

Oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo

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Explanation:

photography had emerged as an elite art pursued by a few creative individuals for a few wealthy patrons. but now, said bauldelaire, it was succumbing to "the great industrial madness of our times." it was becoming a mass production industry that catered to middle-class tastes, including a taste for gadgetry. the stereoscope, the first 3d imaging system, had turned looking at photographs into parlor entertainment. a "thousand hungry eyes were bending over the peepholes of the stereoscope as though they were the attic-windows of the infinite.