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Unformatted text preview: Even when the pacific became a still lake after tossing a bottle of prayer and hope Even when the sound of madness turned into a melody by silencing the custom percussions I care not I was blind, I needed contact lenses I was deaf, I needed a hearing aid I was mute, I needed a microphone I was numb, I needed more limbs Thats who I am But no more...
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- Spring '11