Up to Eleven

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I haven’t a song in my heart
All I hear is the dull roar of broken dreams
Pounding in my head like a steam train
It’s a wonderful world of color
Everything is played out in black & white
For me
Underdetermined to keep moving forward
Sailing off a cliff into oblivion
I want my freedom from the old ways
Before my life’s calendar end days
Splayed out like a corpse from fantasy
Mercy, mercy me

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