A painter paints pictures on canvas.
But musicians paint their pictures on silence.
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
All deep things are song.
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looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away
Oh God,help Me Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God Help Me
If you can understand the me,
than I can understand the you
I have lost the will to live.
Simply nothing more to give.
There is nothing more for me.
Need the end to set me free.
The world I know is pulling me
More and more each day
I feel like the odd man out as I begin to pray
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all to well.
Here's to the night we felt alive.
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry.
Here's to goodbye tomorrow's going to come to soon
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