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Life in silence is indeed no lifeLife in silence is constant strifeLife in silence, suffering is rife
I like to think I was born in the wrong era, I think sometimes it quite unfair, or, Stupid how nobody knows who Paul Simon is, Who’s Weezer? Cake? Beastie Boys?
Guitar is a gift, Was a gift. Playing until my fingers were red, Eating mayonnaise on bread. Guitar hurt, Guitar told my story, Guitar sang, And played.
There is no silence, I will keep following the sirens I can't breathe At least, I don't feel like I can I don't know why Tin wind chimes used for doorbells
A song, a song Won't you sing along? When the melody feels right nothing can feel wrong Music What a curious thing When you hear the right tune in your ears it will ring