After
I am no longer in the area I love to be in today.
It causes me to be in such disarray.
The Music Wing I no longer see.
Oh please, oh please, hear my plea!
Shedding tears as I become part of the crowd.
I remember myself singing that loud.
I can’t let my voice out anymore.
Oh god, I wish I could go back to before!
I can’t hear that voice that travels around!
Is it because my voice has been buried in the ground?
Singing, singing nowhere.
Oh, my heart can no longer bear.
I can no longer let my voice out.
Will I continue to be on this route?
Where are the people I used to sing by?
My happiness has gone awry.
Please take my hand and take me away.
Please lead me back to Treble Choir today!
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