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| Angel hair birthed in a spit fire funeral hymn Voicing all the things we never talk about Watch the credits scroll down Watch them disappear somewhere below the television Why not hang on that note for a little while Why don't you sing a little louder this time It's never the journey with you Always the destination I give you everything I have Wrapped in a large dosage of morphine But it might as well have been nothing We'll dance through every measure as whole notes In soprano As an overture of strings and brass Of woodwinds and percussion and song Don't be so afraid my dear Try it with vibrato In adagio |