Give me back my music. Give me back my song.
Give me back the strength to stand when all the world is wrong
Give me back my heart and give me back my mind.
Give it to me quickly, for I'm running out of time.
Though I may have let you hold it for a little while,
And I thank you for treating it like a shining little child,
I need it back. I'm sorry. But, then again, I'm not.
For it is something anyone could have easily forgot.
But you did not forget and that's what made me think
That maybe you're the reason my cheeks turned that shade of pink.
But maybe I'm just crazy. Just a little insane.
Still, you're the one I hear at night calling out my name.
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