THERE IS NO OFFICIAL LANGUAGE TO DESCRIBE A SONG
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YOU CANNOT MEASURE, YOU CANNOT TOUCH, YOU CANNOT FRAME
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CALL IT WICKED, LOVELY, BORING, DESCENT, NICE OR STRONG
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THERE IS NO SONG THAT MAKES EVERY HUMAN FEEL THE SAME
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WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I CAN SEE MUSIC
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DEPRESSION OF WOOD OR HOPE IN A YELLOW SKY
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IF I DIDN’T HEAR I WOULD BE COLOURBLIND
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REF.:
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II I DIDN’T HEAR I WOULD BE COLOURBLIND
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THERE IS NO SCIENCE THAT CAN TELL WHAT SOUND IS GOOD FOR YOU
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LIKE FAVORITE COLOURS ARE PURELY ARBITRARY
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YOU CAN BE MATURE LIKE DARK PURPLE OR JUST FEELING BLUE
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I BELIEVE THAT WHAT WE FEEL CAN BE SEEN
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WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I CAN SEE MUSIC
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DEPRESSION OF WOOD OR HOPE IN A YELLOW SKY
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IF I DIDN’T HEAR I WOULD BE COLOURBLIND
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IF I DIDN’T HEAR I WOULD BE COLOURBLIND
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Colourblind
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