I'm so afraid of new music
New music doesn't know who I am
Why doesn't anyone make old music?
The kind that reminds me of holding your hand.
But it's gone, like you
With the roll of the thunder
Under the wheels of the new
music, like you
with a new sense of wonder
i open myself to the new
music
Ablutions asunder I drowned in the wonder
of you.
New music doesn't know who I am
Why doesn't anyone make old music?
The kind that reminds me of holding your hand.
But it's gone, like you
With the roll of the thunder
Under the wheels of the new
music, like you
with a new sense of wonder
i open myself to the new
music
Ablutions asunder I drowned in the wonder
of you.
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