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Innervision ( P C )

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Down in the sitting room -
The click-clack of keys,
And the Jazz
drifting through the breeze
The chill outside
Providing
all the atmosphere I need
With the heat on high

Innervision
Lost decisions
Making way for true derision
Coming outside
Lost in your eyes
And in the melodic sound of your sighs

Today I traveled on my way,
And I didn’t even have to move
from where I sat.
I got there
because of your inspiration.