I got many friends around
But I still felt alone
Livin' in a world of mine
I was getting in the zone
Then you appeared in my insipid life
Through my ear to my heart
Your time was out, you were 45
You were a breed apart
With your Voice
Your Voice
I was living on my own
You did help me to break free
The Smile you owned made you a Queen
I no longer want to flee
Your crazy little thing called love
Is a kind of Magic
And I am now capable of
Not being just a geek
And that Voice
Your Voice
I want to break free...
I want to break free...
Farrokh, Farrokh, Farrokh !
Your voice
Your voice
Unidentified Singing Object
You were the USO
This difference that I now accept
Must go on like a show
London, November 91
I was going slightly mad
The Rhapsody of a bohemian
Never made me so sad
Your voice
Your voice
Your voice
Your voice
Your voice
Your voice
Your voice
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