| When I hear you say
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| It’s either me or the music
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| It’s like choosing a way to die
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| If I’m faced with this
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| It’s take it or leave it
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| Then I’m leaving
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| I gave you rhythm and it started to beat like a heart
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| And that’s when a soul gets a start
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| Got to singing cause I knew it would breathe in some life
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| To my own Frankenstein
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| Cause the blood that’s pumping through
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| Those veins is mine
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| The tears that rolling
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| Started in my eyes
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| So when I hear you say
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| It’s either me or the music
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| It’s like choosing a way to die
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| If I’m faced with this
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| It’s take it or leave it
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| Then I know which I’m leaving behind
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| It’s me or the music
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| And I’ve got to choose
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| Take it or leave it
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| Then I’m leaving and taking the music with me
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| I gave it movement just to name it a piece of me
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| Like a rib out of Adam or Eve
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| When I’m dead and you only got nothing more to say
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| It’s my voice from the grave
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| Cause the tongue that’s speaking through those teeth is mine
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| Whether it be haunting
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| I’m singing you deeper into sleep with every line
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| So when I hear you say
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| It’s either me or the music
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| It’s like choosing a way to die
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| If I’m faced with this
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| It’s take it or leave it
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| Then I know which I’m leaving behind
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| It’s me or the music
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| And I’ve got to choose
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| Take it or leave it
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| Then I’m leaving
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| And taking the music with me
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| I’m gone
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| I gave it rhythm and it started to beat like a heart
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| And that’s when a soul gets a start
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| Though it may not be literally flesh and bones
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| I treat it as one of my own
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| So when I hear you say
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| It’s either me or the music
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| It’s like choosing a way to die
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| If I’m faced with this
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| It’s take it or leave it
|
| Then I know which I’m leaving behind
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| It’s me or the music
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| And I’ve got to choose
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| Take it or leave it
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| Then I’m leaving and taking the music with me |