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Melodic stanzas
 are symphonizing their way
 through your weary head
 To feed your distrust
 And fill it's mouth with the desire
 to soulfully be one with your creation
 Not a subject to control
 you call upon a higer power
 for help and inspiration
 The crowd waits
 and turns their faces
 towards you expectantly
 you give them what they need
 But their useless criticism
 makes you die
 a bit more inside
 Not a subject to control
 you call upon a higer power
 for help and inspiration
 Oh, I swoon
 while loudspeakers play soft music
 Learning
 ♪
 over your fourtieth masterpiece
 You must have loved
 the colour of these violins
 ♪
 I wish I knew you
 Your fit of insanity makes me sad
 ♪
 I wish you knew
 your music was to stay forever
 And I hope...
 I have no clue
 if you know how much it matters
 And i hope...