Who plays instrumentals in my head?
Asking for another release.
Day and night coming forth being born.
I write it while being moved to unheard melodies.
Why?
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In an empty room visited by inspiration.
Maybe this room isn’t so empty.
They read it but I sing it to myself sometimes.
Who is playing what I need to hear?
Do you see what you need to see from here?
Symbol crashes, guitars, violins, and more play without having to appear.
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