in my head, words flow to rhythms; so much to say, so much to say
lips fumble and stutter; so much to say, so much to say
nothing comes out; so much to say, so much to say
during the quietest hours of the night; good mourning; so much to dream, so much to dream
strike the chord and sing aloud
we three; in our hearts, in our minds, in our spirits
cannot break away; His plan is not one to be compromised.
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