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It's Not A Song
Day turns to night, and I turn into bed.
Can't get to sleep; something's in my head.
Pacing the floor, I try to force a rhyme.
Why do I fear this time?
It's not a song till it touches your heart.
It's not a song till it tears you apart.
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It's not a song.
Now close your eyes; look into your hand.
What do you see?
Life is our song, to give and learn to take.
Time will not wait.
Oh, won't you please come dance,
While the song's still playing,
Won't be long till the silence falls.
It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.)
It's not a song till it tears you apart.
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It's not a song.
It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.)
It's not a song till it tears you apart.
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It's not a song.
It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.)
It's not a song till it tears you apart.
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It's not a song.
It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.)
It's not a song till it tears you apart.
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong,
Till it gets through to you,
It's not a song.
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It's not a song.
Till it gets through to you,
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong,
It's not a song till it tears you apart.
It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.)
It's not a song.
Till it gets through to you,
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong,
It's not a song till it tears you apart.
It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.)
It's not a song.
Till it gets through to you,
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong,
It's not a song till it tears you apart.
It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.)
It's not a song.
Till it gets through to you,
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong,
It's not a song till it tears you apart.
It's not a song till it touches your heart. (It's not a song.)
Won't be long till the silence falls.
While the song's still playing,
Oh, won't you please come dance,
Time will not wait.
Life is our song, to give and learn to take.
What do you see?
Now close your eyes; look into your hand.
It's not a song.
Till it gets through to you,
After what's left of what's right and what's wrong,
It's not a song till it tears you apart.
It's not a song till it touches your heart.
Why do I fear this time?
Pacing the floor, I try to force a rhyme.
Can't get to sleep; something's in my head.
Day turns to night, and I turn into bed.
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| IIt's NNot AA SSong |
| t's ot ong |
| tI's oNt A oSng |
| jt's mot z zong |
| jIt's mNot zA zSong |
| Ijt's Nmot Az Szong |
| 9t's hot q wong |
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| 9It's hNot qA wSong |
| I9t's Nhot Aq Swong |
| lt's jot s dong |
| lIt's jNot sA dSong |
| Ilt's Njot As Sdong |
| ot's bot w eong |
| oIt's bNot wA eSong |
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| Iot's Nbot Aw Seong |
| kt's Noot x xong |
| kIt's Nt xA xSong |
| Ikt's Nto Ax Sxong |
| 8t's Nkt aong |
| 8It's Nkot aSong |
| I8t's Nokt Saong |
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| ut's N9t Soong |
| uIt's N9ot Sng |
| Iut's No9t Snog |
| Itt's N0t Skng |
| I's N0ot Skong |
| I'ts No0t Sokng |
| If's Nlt S9ng |
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| Ift's Nlot S9ong |
| Itf's Nolt So9ng |
| I5's Nit S0ng |
| I5t's Niot S0ong |
| It5's Noit So0ng |
| Ih's Nott Slng |
| Iht's No Slong |
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| Ith's Not Solng |
| Iy's Nof Sing |
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