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AndersonSquireHoweWhiteSherwoodKhoroshev I speak from some sort of protection of learning Even tho' I make it up as I go on A special trait is that I've tried To reach all feelings So I speak a new language of love Some say that it is written in the circle Others that it is written in the sun But I protect myself by seeing this experience As a metaphor for moving on Sometimes I check myself To start to believe in The horoscopes you read everyday They're telling me somethings I really ought to know But then again I like to Then again I learn to Then again I'm running away Vision is coming so fast I can't stop myself Vision forgets who is real On the city streets, people get lost Just waiting for history Pushing the real world away Taking a chance only once in your life Only weakness can stop you from hearing New languages Translate each word As they bring you creation Your voice is the perfect key Is there something that I'm supposed to see Is there something that I'm Supposed to feel I'm with you And I can't help but want to know (Talk to me) Is there something that I'm supposed to teach (Speak to me) Is there something that I'm supposed to find As I reach to the healing in each spoken word For some strange reason time just cannot wait a minute I'm chasing every second before I let go Yesterday my history Dreams are still a mystery This living is a gift I should know Lay it down and let me live the new language Let me learn at every twist every turn Lay it down and let me love the further futu