if there weren't lyrics to tell us, that we're not alone, that we're not fading away in the distance, to tell us, that we're all the same,
then, this life, that we call beautiful, magical, or mysterious, would be the death of us.
and for that; i would die with out music.
then, this life, that we call beautiful, magical, or mysterious, would be the death of us.
and for that; i would die with out music.
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