Mijanou ter Braak

Playing music... is like cleaning your soul
We ALL want more in life than just plastic and gold
Finding ways to drie up the tears
Coping with all the frustrations and fears
I carry a sadness.... real deep in my heart
Every day again.... it tears me appart
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Cause you can not change...what you can't change..
And you can not loose...what you've already lost..
Cause you can not hide.....that what you haven't got...
And you can not stop....the bleeding of the soul...
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Kafka wrote....to clear his pain
Every day...it drove him insane
And he used his pen.....to tell us all
He did it well.....he was the best
That's how he found...his inner rest
that's how he temporarely cured his pain
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Cause you can not change.....what you can't change
And you can not loose....what you've already lost
Cause you can not hide....that what you haven't got
And you can not stop...the bleeding of the soul
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So never stop....to play that tune..
Cause you really need to feel alwright..
And if you write... you sing.... or paint..
All the other bullshit simply...fades away..
And you simply love to live this life...
From day to .....day.....
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Cause you can not change...what you can't change..
And you can not loose...what you've already lost..
Cause you can not hide.....that what you haven't got...
And you can not stop....the bleeding of the soul...