| Fingertips on piano keys
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| This head thinks, this heart sings
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| First I deadened the sounds
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| Dissected music like a corpse
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| Proved harmony methodically
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| Then did I dare bring it to life with my creative fantasy
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| I started to compose, but quietly, until I finally reached into infinity
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| Glory smiled on me in the hearts of men I found some resonance
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| Enchanting notes, eternal harmonies
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| Tenths and Sixths and Major lifts
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| But I envy deeply
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| A requiem for the sons of harmony
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| The fortune of Mozart is burning me violently
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| I cannot write, laugh, or sleep knowing he’s better off than me
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| I slipped Poison, the world’s too small for our songs and us too
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| If I cannot be the greatest, neither will you
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| Rejoice with those who rejoice
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| Weep with those who weep
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| May your music rise to fame and the crowds forget your name
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| Live your own life, die your own death |