الكلمات الأصلية
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Music is drifting
On invisable roads
Music is shelter
When your walls are grey again
Say, what do you feel when you listen to
A floating wave of moments
Say, what do you hear when you’re alone
And the party is over
Music is naked
While you sing
Music is a cure
For a futile conversation
