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Footsteps drum on concrete lines
Three hearts sync in borrowed time
Bass walks firm, the drums reply
Keys look up and touch the sky
No leader, just the sound
Urban pulse, a trio breath
Life and love between the beats
Every street becomes the stage
When we swing inside the cage
Sirens flirt with harmony
Chaos bends politely
Crowds don’t know but feel the wave
Music moves what words can’t save
If we split, the groove survives
Urban pulse, a trio breath
Life and love between the beats
Every street becomes the stage
When we swing inside the cage
Urban pulse keeps beating through
Me and you and me and you
Three become what one can’t do
In the urban pulse
Ba-da… pulse on
