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Metal blade
Working my hands over a metal blade
feel the blood rushing through my hands
time to hear another song again
feel the pain comeing in
the only time it hurts is when I play
with that piece of metal again and again
i can listen to others but it isn't the same
I have let loose a song from deep with in
ruffling my fingers of the keys
try to understand the colors I see
I can see the faces of people
And then the images from in my dreams
I'm not scared anymore of losin the music
Because it's already happenin to me
But wen I let my fingers roll over the metal blade
The colors come screaming out from witch I cam
feel the blood rushing through my hands
time to hear another song again
feel the pain comeing in
the only time it hurts is when I play
with that piece of metal again and again
i can listen to others but it isn't the same
I have let loose a song from deep with in
ruffling my fingers of the keys
try to understand the colors I see
I can see the faces of people
And then the images from in my dreams
I'm not scared anymore of losin the music
Because it's already happenin to me
But wen I let my fingers roll over the metal blade
The colors come screaming out from witch I cam
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