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I'm hearing 
images, I'm seeing songs 
No poet has ever painted 
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart 
So strange yet we're so well acquainted 
I let the music speak, with no restraints 
I let my feelings take over 
Carry my soul away into the world 
Where beauty meets the darkness of the day 

Where my mind is like an open window 
Where the high and healing winds blow 
>From my shallow sleep the sounds awake me 
I let them take me 
(Let them wake me, let them now, let them take me) 

Let it be a joke 
Let it be a smile 
Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while 
Let it be a tear 
Let it be a sigh 
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry 

Some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn 
Rustling down an old alley 
And in the dead of night I find myself 
A blind man in some ancient valley 
I let the music speak, leading me gently 
Urging me like a lover 
Leading me all the way 
Into a place 
Where beauty will defeat the darkest day 

Where I'm one with every grand illusion 
No disturbance, no intrusion 
Where I let the wistful sounds seduce me 
I let them use me 
(All illusion, no disturbance, no intrusion) 

Let it be a joke 
Let it be a smile 
Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while 
Let it be a tear 
Let it be a sigh 
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry 

Let it be a tear 
Let it be a sigh 
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry 

Let it be the joy of each new sunrise 
Or the moment when a day dies 
I surrender without reservation 
No explanations 
No questions why 
I take it to me and let it flow through me 
Yes, I let the music speak 
I let the music speak