[...] until there's no song left, and I can scream until the world goes deaf. For every other word left unsaid, you should've took the time to read the signs and see what it meant in some ways everybody feels alone, so if the burden is mine then i can carry my own. If joy really comes in the morning time, then I'm gonna sit back and wait until the next sunrise.

And you can sing...


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