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The guitar string's not strumming,
the keyboard's silent still.
A haunting melody, plays in my heart,
and I guess it ever will.
There's an unsung song you sing to me,
when I cry myself to sleep.
there's a chamber in my heart
that's always yours to keep
I ask your mother if she heard from you today,
I watch her shoulders slump as she slowly turns away.
There's an unsung song you sing to me,
when I cry myself to sleep.
I try to find a place that's kind,
A place where I can weep
There's a studio somewhere,
in some other place.
Where music's always playing there
once again I'll see your face.
There's an unsung song you sing to me
When I cry myself to sleep.
One day we'll sing that song together.
It will be, just, ours to keep
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