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Matthew Grey

A rhythm of a song that is yet to be written
a verse and a chorus that are yet to be heard
Thatís my feeling, if cupid was a bug, Iíve been bitten
but I donít know what to do, I canít say a word

But if the words and the rhythm could mix
mix into something more beautiful than ever before
then any blunder of this life I could then fix
and the love that I have wanted, I would want no more

I can hear the rhythm strumming in my head
and I can read the chorus and the verse
but I canít put them together laying in this bed
and I think of the things that I couldnít rehearse

Joy would find me if she were my music
Then I could close my eyes and just listen
I would hear all her beauty and soul in her music
and then everything would come together that Iíve written

I would have what I have always wanted
and this world would have beauty no one could escape
but when I look at it all, I am daunted
and the world uses me wrong, it feels like rape

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