You play my emotions
Like strings of a bass
Or the whites of a keyboard...
You're a typical Beethoven.
But the playing wears on me;
It's time to be retuned.
You're calloused fingers
press too hard.
Your Immortal Beloved
is falling apart.
You play my emotions Like strings of a bass Or the whites of a keyboard... You're a typical Beethoven. But the playing wears on me; It's time to be retuned. You're calloused fingers press too hard. Your Immortal Beloved is falling apart. |
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