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I can't feel my right side ear, but I'll probably still not listen to jazz

And I can't feel my left side hand

God, I hope it comes back to me again

But all this means is I'll get back what I lost, when I wanted to die

8 months before

Or a year or two ago

Sitting in my room with the light beams shining through

And an able bodied soul, but a mind that didn't know

That light beam was gold