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there's no choir here tonight. no ballad will be written and i can't sing with featherlight tongue. my ink had ran out.
hey kid, heartbreak is good song. but i don't think i'm heartbroken. after all, you need to have a heart to feel it break.
scribble, scribble. pause.
maybe my heart wasn't the problem. it's the lack of his. oh, how i missed the times i sing about the stars he had put on my sky. the lyrics have always been in love with him.
i may be the singer, but him and the morning, has always been the song.
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