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You could be a songbird
It’d be okay
Sing in any octave
Sing throughout the day

I stay in prayerful quiet
Only God can hear
A lifetime filled with harmony
A songbird in my ear

Music Past Midnight

It’s hard to wait for

Wanting that drumbeat
That backbeat
That heartbeat

It feels like highschool
Like oldschool
Like being schooled

In the reminder
The remainder
The refrain dear

It’s all we wait for