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"Play me something that makes me feel;This soul inside me is made of steel.Brain is breathing, but heart's not beatingAnd, babe, I need you to make things real.Walk inside me without silence,Kill the past and change the tense.Empty gnawing and the ache is soaring;Take me places that make more sense."
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