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The Music Mattered

In my hotel room, listening to Miles Davis
Sound turned off on my TV
Everybody’s laughing at something
Hey, for all I know
The joke’s on me

When it’s raining here, the streets are full
Of umbrellas torn and tattered
What got me through the night was knowing
Always the music mattered
Always the music mattered

I see my reflection in a storefront window
I don’t look so good, but what can I do
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all
Not you, motherfucker, no, not you

You look great, they say, oh come on, man
I’m not so easily flattered
Beauty fades, but
Always the music mattered
Always the music mattered

The French girl, her mouth was so soft
The girl from London, she was so cold
Probably her heart had been broken
Just like everyone else’s
Bought and sold

After my first heartbreak I vowed that never again
Would I let my soul be shattered
The songs, they never betrayed me, no
Always the music mattered
Always the music mattered