I can hear voices everywhere
A shout of a soul and a kind whisper
I can hear some cry of complain
That strikes like a dagger through my vein
I think I am losing my own voice
Because the crowd has this unknown noise
Pitching is quite difficult to do
If you are blocked by your own ego
I feel anxious with every ring
But I have to answer it while smiling
Soon I will unlock all the clue
and will not mind the things that are blue
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