These scales On My Violin
So I'll play my violin A scale, G scale, D and E Begins caving.
Up and down the staff I'll go As the oceans flood and flow As the world is burning, burning I will play what I'd been learning.
As I watch the cities fall. I will play a haunting waltz. And teach to those who listen What we could've saved.
But I play too late, too late. As I play too late. Too late.
These scales on my violin.
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