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Feeling the Music


Dead in my arms I see my past before me

The fragile life at hand passing through me

And the broken clocks ticking away

While this life of mine wilts away

But my savior is here, to show me the long road away

My new love, my new life, these new arms, this new mind

My body hurts, my body yearns, my soul taken and soul regained

Take this life and create your own

Take my mind and give it soul

Give me purpose with a new melody

And let me feel the music through my sleep

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