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Feb 2015
give me quiet music and quiet people any day
stop saying 'I think', it's obvious, isn't it, that you think
we all think, and that's why we're speaking, or not,
depending on the mood, give me a soft bed and warm food any day
I used to throttle myself on rollercoasters, I used to want
to run dry and smoke, and fester in the sun
follow your heart, they say, but what they don't realize
is that your heart changes directions- it is no compass
pointing towards your destiny- it is a tour guide
gently leading you along the scenic route this way and that
so follow it, maybe it won't lead you where you think
and it for sure won't leave you there for long
before you embark on another journey.
M
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M  The back of your mind
(The back of your mind)   
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     ---, L and Rj
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