November 10, 2007
Nothing is better than the feeling on stage
When I feel like a song bird stuck in a cage
I make the grade.
I hold your breath in my palm.
I am gone.

Singing the words i could never say
Playing out a forlorn tale on stage
I score the silence.
I tread on the keys.
I am gone.

When there's blues in my closet and sickness at my door
Lay me under the bright lights: I'll feel them no more
I'm a city that doesn't sleep.
I go beyond the written line.
I am gone.

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