I stand alone in an ocean of people
I don't fit in anywhere
I've tried to connect
But I keep getting pushed aside
An ocean of people
A flood of souls
Not one of them knows me
There seems no hope
Music
Give me the beat boy to frrr my soul Music is life in its purest form May your music ring the tone That brings this wayward traveler homes
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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