In the dark I'm writing alphabetic letters and my
hands are feeling light as platinum feathers.
In a psychadelic moment like this dear Lord its all that matters.
I belive in the rhythm I feel, I don't know if it's a dream or real.
I don't ask for much these days, just wanna sing my songs my ways.

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My head is playing
An interlude.
I'm singing rock n' roll
With an attitude.
If melody ain't my destiny
Please, please Lord, come and just rescue
Rescue, rescue me.


My heart is full of information,
Telling me to become a sculptured creation.
My soul is conflicted and boring, my guitar afflicted and yawning.
I'm ten thousand miles from systematic. My brain has become a music addict.
But there is a beautiful sound I think I have found, so let's spin around.

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I'm dancing on the clouds of rhythm and blues. I think this wicked world just stole my shoes.
I'm trying to forget my past making my new just wisdom last.
Around my neck is hanging a crusifix but it doesn't mean that I am an absolutist.
I don't care what people say, just wanna sing my songs my ways.


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