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I use music to sooth the beast.


A B C D E F G,

I nod my head,

A flat B flat,

I stare at the ceiling,

C flat D flat,

I lie wide awake in my bed.

 

Though sound may fill my mind,

I pay no attention,

I listen in vain,

nothing sweet,

how could I be so blind?

 

You took my heart and broke it,

left it smashed.

I have a side like the hulk,

and it's going to come out.

So you know what I do to stop it?

 

I'll tell you the least,

I jam.

I thrum,

and I let go.

I use music to sooth the beast.

 

A B C D E F G,

I nod my head,

A flat B flat,

I stare at the ceiling,

C flat D flat,

I lie awake in my bed...

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