Cryptic words meander
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Now there is a song beneath the song
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One day you'll learn
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You'll soon discern its true meaning
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An interesting detachment
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A listless poem of love sincere
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Desire, despair
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Overlapping melodies
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And it's not a love, it's not a love
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It's not a love, it's not a love song
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It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
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It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
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And now the loops are reminiscing
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Recurring dreams of minor chords
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Metred time
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Muted chimes find the beat
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And in the pulse there lies conviction
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A steady push and pull routine
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Till cymbals swelled
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High notes fell into reach
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And it's not a love, it's not a love
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It's not a love, it's not a love song
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It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
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It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
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It's not a love, it's not a love,
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It's not a love, it's not a love song
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It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
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It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song...
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Song Beneath The Song
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| Maria Taylor |
