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	Music To Your Ear The voices in my head Keep calling to keep a secret But my conscienceness is dead Under ground is where I keep it My soul a burning flame I can't stare to bare the pain I am lite up in outrage, Egnimatically put out by the rain My heart a child's toy You can build it but it won't stay It soon will fall apart Sometimes every thing must break A nonchalant way of thinking A weary way of style Walking along my dreadful edges This doesn't stop for miles I contemplate my reality My false existions in your eyes The way I frown just dont fit you So I soon begin to cry When I write I penetrate tears And this is what I fear: You will never understand It's just music to your ear

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