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A Different Song
Refrain after refrain
The music never ends
The sound of unwritten symphonies
That has no end begins
Beating loud and beating fast
The tempo pounds again
And over, over, my heart's voice
Speaks louder than it first began
The notes and chords of each measure
Strum and play with life's own race
Whirling faster, swirling stronger
Never staying in one place
No instruments are heard hereafter
No one hears this vicious song
Only me who first composed it
Knows to whose heart it belongs
At first, a thought, a passing note
Strains of a forgotten melody
Through the winds of growing dreams
Till grew a pulsing harmony
I fed its passion, like a fire
Till it grew beyond control
Now I cannot live without it
The music is what makes me whole
I add my voice to the music's call
If I am right, I know I'm prone
To be forever torn apart
And so I can't do this alone
You heard the call, you know I needed
You to come and sing along
But you can't hear now, hearing's faded
You're singing a different song
And yet the music plays on and on
I can't stop the thrashing spree
The refrains of my life is bound
In song until you set me free
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