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- - locked in a prison of silence locked in a prison of silence I am a secret, a lover of mystery, but there is no longer any suspense I am a dreamer, a lover of peace and love, trapped wide awake in a nightmare of fear, hate, and pain oh have I gone insane? what happened, or don't you care? what happened to the love we used to share? what happened to the songs we used to share? remember when the music... was real and strong remember when the song made us all sing along remember when we believed that our voices could be heard now I don't hear a sound, not a word ��if it was not so sad, it'd be absurd... so as I say welcome to my world, I wonder why anyone would want to come in when it is nowhere I want to stay misery might love company but I've had enough misery for one day and I can't seem to get what I want or what I need, wish I might, wish I may first star I see tonight is the second star on the right, but all the fairy dust has blown away and the first and deepest cut of all is that the music still will not play remember when the music... was real and strong remember when the song made us all sing along remember when we believed that our voices could be heard now I don't hear a sound, not a word is it time to say goodbye tell me that is a lie in this silent prison dry tears don't cry how can I say hello when the air does not flow through my throat or my ears it's the worst of my fears in this prison of silence a life without substance the greedy get rich while the rest of us bitch cuz we're too lazy to scratch the itch so tell me what good is wishing upon a star if we're still too afraid to be who we are? I am a singer, a lover of song, locked in a prison of silence I am a secret, a lover of mystery, but there is no longer any suspense I am a dreamer, a lover of peace and love, trapped wide awake in a nightmare of fear, hate, and pain oh have I gone insane? what happened, or don't you care? what happened to the love we used to share? what happened to the songs we used to share? remember when the music... was real and strong remember when the song made us all sing along remember when we believed that our voices could be heard now I don't hear a sound, not a word ��if it was not so sad, it'd be absurd... � � |
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