Pardon, patience please while I disguise these notes in melody,
which mediates a means for me to conquer demon deeds.
Catatonic concentration I escape.
In hymns I'm healing these wounds on my own, though I get caught on tones I have thrown.
From time to time when I get low I try to conjure up your smiling face, which the years can't erase.
I know how corny this chorus sounds.
I'm laughing out [loud], so call me out I mean each and every word.
It's keeping me from crying out.
So crying out loud, are you so cold?
No, I know you know how it feels to be alone.
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