he sits alone in an empty room, and he don't know what the hell to do, not knowing his past or where he's from, all he knows is the sound of the drum.
i can feel his pain when i look in his eyes, knowing he wants to break down and cry, but he keeps holding on 'til the darkness is gone and all he seems to hear is the sound of the drum.
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