trumpet city

The Marching BandThe Marching BandThe Marching Band
Moisture evaporates in waves from the grass As drummers throw their mallets in a flash The loud chords of the show music echo from the brass The colour guard run for their flags in an alarming dash
The band directors relieve us with a break But to us, ten minutes seem agonizingly short The rookies passed out on the sidelines are difficult to wake When the squad leaders call us to attention, we want nothing of the sort
The only thing that keeps us going is our pride And rarely does the school system ever lend a hand To the athletics teams,
kissing
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Give me Music...
Or give me death!
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