That were scattered across eighty-eight seperate scenes
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In those days, I walked over the staves
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Which had notes expressing feelings that could not be put in words
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So I let the chords of thirds
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Interplay with each other and brought them to life
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I'm walkings straight in molto cantabile style
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There's nothing else I can do
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Forgetting the constaints of time
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And being completely free
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My fingers keep playing it over
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A deep and endless crescendo
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I'm walking towards someone
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In the world that just opened up before my eyes,
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Is a new and returning prelude
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Eighty-eight dreams and stories
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Missing rests, changing harmonies
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Softly and quietly, I catch my breath
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Until I become who I'm supposed to be
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Even though they balance each other
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I play the chords of thirds and bring them to life
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Though I keep getting distracted from my song
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And get tangled over my improvisations
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And the path to that place disappears
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It's coming closer, that path
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I lost the voice of melody
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I'm walking towards someone
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Before my eyes, a door is shutting
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There is sadness in the étude I've been given
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Ah, in my mind, I was edgy
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I pushed away the hand on my shoulder
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I'm walking straight in molto cantabile style
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A deep and endless crescendo
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I'm walking towards someone
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On the edge of the stage is a pianist
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To live is what this song is all about
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In the world that just opened up before my eyes,
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Is a new and returning prelude
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