Jazz Life

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When Miles blows his horn.... 
When Miles blows his horn he soothes me 
That savage beast within you see 
And all of a sudden my life is re-born. 

Reshaped, reformed not by physical hands 
Or hands rough like a man who's been working 
But by invisible means 
Or perhaps of what you can stand. 

When 'Trane blows his horn 
He chases away those bad feelings inside 
And all of a sudden once again my life is reborn. 

Even when Ella sings her song 
Scatting in my ear so sweetly 
And that music she brings to me 
Can really take me away and do me no wrong. 

Every note transposes with every twisty turn 
And the sounds get louder in my ear and in my soul, 
Then all of sudden the music gets inside of me so bold, 
And touches my very soul then it finally burns. 

Jazz is like an addict on crack, 
It gets inside of you and then 
It becomes your very best friend. 
Once you go Jazz, you'll never go back! 
Once you go Jazz, you'll never go back! 
Once you go Jazz, you'll never go back!

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