Though there's nothing new under the sun
still, I'll sing
just as the original dreamer
told me to do
Though there's no place like home
still, I'll hold hands with a rusty man
and go nowhere with him
if he longs to sing
that's nothing new
Though I'm beyond saving
still, I will not be quiet
or save my breath
or be less
Though the doors do not open
though I stand here
in a wild fury
knowing you are no longer within
still, I'll sing
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