Love is a risk, when you turn off the
disc.
Vision is clear, when you turn up your ear.
Either ripped apart or just ragged through the start.
Bring on the cold, or feel like you are disturbed.
Select the fear or select a tear.
Or be in a slump, or tied up in the rain.
Can’t stop the pain, and sometimes you
feel like a shaft hits the scar.
Look into June, look into July.
To spread a part or remember the lies.
Love of music, love of music.
Sometimes I feel like the music spreads.
Meltings of the mad, or sad.
Tie them together and it might not sound bad.
So, rain ear. Turn off the tear.
Get down with some love on your ear.
Lov3 of music, love of music.
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