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These Words
These words in my head are just screaming out loud.
It's late and the clock strikes midnight now.
I open my window to gaze up at the moon.
Guess I'll be here writing until noon.
Oh! It's been a long, long road.
These words that sing from deep in my soul.
All these words left untold.
So typical the way they come out.
So lyrical without a doubt.
Can't stand alone and watch life pass me by,
instead I'll just stay awake and write,
the melodies way past midnight.
Like a sweet tuned symphony,
waiting to be set so free.
Just want to be happy,
because those sad songs make me cry.
It will be much better to have someone by my side.
These words are just spinning around.
Have to stay awake and write them down.
These words are like a fine tuned symphony,
waiting so patiently to be set free.
Sweet melodies, waiting for me.
These words
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