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Like a stranger

I live to write my inspiration comes from life and the people I meet or those I see walking down the street.

The music died in me
the day you left with out a good bye
the tears never stop rolling
as silent days now pass me by
Suddenly like a stranger
dancing to my own tune
I never thought I'd lose you
my dancing man on the moon
Now there is only a silence
that leaves a icy chill
the music died in me
and hasn't returned still