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Their music a part of who we are,
We build them up on the charts
And watch as they fall far
From our hearts.
Dancing across life’s stage,
Immortal in a single moment –
They crumble under fame’s age.
And they pass, leaving only remnant.
We’ve forgotten, as we idolize,
That they are human too.
And with tears in our eyes
We remember all they do.
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Music is in his being,
The way he walks, you know it all along:
Rhythm is his air.
There’s no other to compare.
When he plays
The music fills your veins.
In your soul,
It’s like an invisible glow.
The sound of his voice,
Makes a change in your choice.
There is no dissonance
In his tone, his dance.
Because music is his being.
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Millions of times, I’ve wished heaven had a phone line.
I guess, then, everything would feel fine.
‘Cause to hear your voice one more time would
Heal every wound overnight.
And even though they told me,
Every once in a while – I wonder if you’re truly free.
Longing for you has put this whole in my heart,
Just know I wish we never had to part.
All the time I wish you were still here,
‘Cause then you wouldn’t be there – I
Keep telling myself I’m alright, but
Soon I know I’ll give up the fight.
Over time, I felt this heaviness.
Now all I feel is emptiness.
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Rhythm is all I need.
It gets me out of my head,
And into nothing but sound –
Because it is where inspiration is found.
With the beat I am never alone
Because the music and I are one.
Dancing is not thinking,
It is feeling.
It is translating inner emotion
Into outer presentation.
This dance of life,
Is the song in my heart.
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Your words are pins and needles.
Prying me apart and trying to sew me together.
Your words are weapons,
And you use them without thinking.
Your words are hate speech,
I tell you I was
born this way.
Your words tear me down:
But I love you anyway.
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They’ve told me about miracles,
Told me they couldn’t be found in lyrics.
But I beg to differ.
Songs can take you high,
They get stuck in your head before waving goodbye.
Working their magic they go from your head
To your feet and stay with you ’til bed.
Songs work in every situation,
Even in one of desperation.
Recently I’ve asked myself one question: what am I going to do with the money I make? And I couldn’t find a good answer, a right motive.
Ask yourself the same question: what are you going to do?
Life is more than money, we shouldn’t be able to put a price tag on it.