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Find My Voice

I am not a star Just enjoy playing broken guitar I might not get very far Would you like to know? Why I put on this show? Well the reason is simple I'm trying to find my voice Fill out this void This feeling gives me no choice I’m just a plant Who has roots in shifting sands Trying to find the wetlands This quest I’ll never stop Reminders of this ticking clock This realization shocks I’ve found my voice
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Written by
clive
Brazilian
Published
May 9, 2013
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