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    i'm hearing images, i'm seeing songs
    no poet has ever painted
    voices call out to me, straight to my heart
    so strange yet we're so well acquainted
    i let the music speak, with no restraints
    i let my feelings take over
    carry my soul away into the world
    where beauty meets the darkness of the day

    where my mind is like an open window
    where the high and healing winds blow
    from my shallow sleep the sounds awake me
    i let them take me
    (let them wake me, let them now, let them take me)

    let it be a joke
    let it be a smile
    let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while
    let it be a tear
    let it be a sigh
    coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry

    some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn
    rustling down an old alley
    and in the dead of night i find myself
    a blind man in some ancient valley
    i let the music speak, leading me gently
    urging me like a lover
    leading me all the way
    into a place
    where beauty will defeat the darkest day

    where i'm one with every grand illusion
    no disturbance, no intrusion
    where i let the wistful sounds seduce me
    i let them use me
    (all illusion, no disturbance, no intrusion)

    let it be a joke
    let it be a smile
    let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while
    let it be a tear
    let it be a sigh
    coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry

    let it be a tear
    let it be a sigh
    coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry

    let it be the joy of each new sunrise
    or the moment when a day dies
    i surrender without reservation
    no explanations
    no questions why
    i take it to me and let it flow through me
    yes, i let the music speak
    i let the music speak
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