From the bowels of my existence
the fringes of life
Springs out a song that thrives
A song, my song.
The rythm that holds captive
the lyrics in which i seek refuge
the tempo that keeps alive
with every innuendo and accelerando.
staccattos of my music
so natural is my music
so bare, so real
explaining everything.
get your song, be it
sing your song, feel it
days of our lives, your living
is in the way you sing!
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