#118 (ou The Day the Music Died)

The city lights are blurry now
it might be the spark of rain
hiding deep in my eye

I’m not surprised all this happened
by the day the music died
I can’t feel the tune shivering my eardrums no more

i remember your complaint about my soundless chest
but now i see why broken hearts don’t beat.

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