I am a slave to the release of the song in my throat
The roar of the folk in the empty auditoriums
As I sing before the real stars shine
I feel it like an echo, calling my name
It knows I need it, to feel the euphoria
The release of the deepest notes I keep
And I wonder if loneliness is a feeling felt or a feeling made
Do we make it up as we go along to feed our poetic lines
A hollow in my insides, I'm keeping it clear
For the flicker, the flame, the friction that I need
So I nurse it, to have, to hold, to keep
And I wonder if loneliness is a feeling felt or a feeling made
Yes I wonder if loneliness is a feeling felt or a feeling made
Do we make it up as we go along to feed our poetic lines
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