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I Forgot About Songs

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To hear a song like that, To have it spoon your sad little heart
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It didn't give me a better outlook on life but it told me: "I've been there too, and I turned it to art"
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And that made all the difference to me
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That made all the difference to me
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And I forgot about songs, I forgot about what they are to me
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I forgot how they hold me, How they sooth me and carry me
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  I forgot about violins, I forgot how they see me
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  Try me and taunt me, And how they finally breathe me
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  I forgot about chord changes Where the base tone stays intact
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  I forgot about drums and Voices with a tendency to crack
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They make all the difference to me
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They make all the difference to me
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There was this September When all broke through
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Turned out all my truths had worn thin, I dangled by a thread from within
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But I heard a violin
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"I'll hold you my child", The song said, and it did
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It stroke my forehead with pale hands and Slowly carried me to the bridge
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And as the Chorus arrived I let go - oh
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And you're so young, You're so young and you come up to me
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And you tell me it helped you through something bad, You say and you hang your head
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But this song it helped you through
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  I get home and I kick my books, Fuck you knowledge
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  I was never on your team, never one of your fighters
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I was born a romantic for a reason
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Not to be loved, To be a songwriter