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Melodic stanzasare symphonizing their waythrough your weary head
To feed your distrust
And fill it's mouth with the desireto soulfully be one with your creation
Not a subject to controlyou call upon a higer powerfor help and inspiration
The crowd waitsand turns their facestowards you expectantlyyou give them what they need
But their useless criticismmakes you diea bit more inside
Not a subject to controlyou call upon a higer powerfor help and inspiration
Oh, I swoonwhile loudspeakers play soft music
Leaningover your fourtieth masterpiece
You must have lovedthe colour of these violins
I wish I knew you
Your fit of insanity makes me sad
I wish you knewyour music was to stay forever
And I hope...I have no clueif you know how much it matters
And I hope...
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