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Wrong Key, Wrong Song!
I grabbed the mic, lights hit my face
Band counted in, I swore I knew the place
Strummed that first chord, crowd gave a stare
Like I showed up but really wasn't there.
Heart's racing, palms are sweating cold
Feels like the devil's got the remote control
Wrong key, wrong song, playing out of tune
Life's a bad rehearsal in a crowded room
I keep chasing harmony that never comes around
Wrong key, wrong song, still dancing on the ground
Yeah, we're all just singing our way through the sound
Met you at the bar on a Tuesday night
You said forever, I believed it might
But your goodbye came like a flat fifth note
Left me hanging on a chord that wouldn't float
Maybe I should've transposed from the start
Or maybe some melodies are born to fall apart
I hit rewind, but the tape's all chewed
Same old story, same old blues
Heart's racing, palms are sweating cold
Feels like the devil's got the remote control
Wrong key, wrong song, but damn if it ain't mine
Screaming through the static, every jagged line
One day I'll find the pitch that finally rings true
Till then I'm singing wrong key, wrong song—with you
Mark S. Holman
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