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Deliver me to that feeling.
Deliver me to that lovely emptiness.
Deliver me to my home.
Deliver me to musical wilderness.

Oh how the sound changes me.
Oh how it makes me want to burst.
Oh how it makes me feel blessed.
Oh how it makes me feel cursed.

I'm over-whelmed by the combination.
I'm over-whelmed by the beautiful noise.
I'm over-whelmed by the instruments.
I'm over-whelmed by the voice.

It's like a simple celebration.
It's like they open up and bleed.
It's like embracing the ignored.
It's like having what you want and need.

Music makes me real and whole.
Music makes us all go blind.
Music is a poor man's gold.
Music is being ahead when you're truly far behind.



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