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I have a scratched record for a brain, Its stuck on a loop and sometimes the pain, Its unbearable, But the only thing to drown out the noise is more noise, So my fingers pluck the strings, My lips shape the words, And I close my eyes and lose myself, And the sounds fly away like birds
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
The Power of Music
I have a scratched record for a brain, Its stuck on a loop and sometimes the pain, Its unbearable, But the only thing to drown out the noise is more noise, So my fingers pluck the strings, My lips shape the words, And I close my eyes and lose myself, And the sounds fly away like birds
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
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