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This is not the purest form of sadness. This is contrived.
I want to feel again the depths of a beautiful sadness.
Give me some tragedy. No more wine or pills.
A beautiful sadness is brave, honest and strong.

Come hum along. Come out. Come out. For here I found all of myself.
This safety, it surroundeth us. Come out. Come out. Come hum along.

I once sang a song in Georgia. "Tonight I Feel Alive." But I have not felt alive in quite some time. If I never open my mouth I may feel safe, but I will ignore this boiling in my veins.

Come hum along. Come out. Come out. For here I found all of myself.
This safety, it surroundeth us. Come out. Come out. Come hum along.
Come out. Come out. Come hum along.