| And at sunrise
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| And at sunset
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| But when night falls
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| But the music
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| And at sunrise
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| And at sunset
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| But when night falls
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| But the music
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| Cascades of color, slip right through your hands
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| Your castle’s in the clouds, turn back into sand
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| You’ll find your swept away with no helping hand
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| The music is your beacon back to dry land
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| And at sunrise
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| And at sunset
|
| But when night falls
|
| But the music
|
| Cascades of color, slip right through your hands
|
| Your castle’s in the clouds, turn back into sand
|
| You’ll find your swept away with no helping hand
|
| The music is your beacon back to dry land
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| Oh, the music, now this is why I sing
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| Oh, the music, my sunrise
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| And this is why we sing
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| Bring it back on home |