| Thunder and lighting, action, come fire, come rain
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| The wizard is playing god in his armchair again
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| Cyberlike snake eyes they burn
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| The man with the black cat will show us what tricks he has
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| learned
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| Abraxas, Abraxas, he’s building cathedrals of air
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| Climbing the skies like a madman because they are there
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| Magic master control
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| He’s hiding in a secret black hole
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| Man of Miracles, who are you and what you can do?
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| Will you live forever in your den feeling so blue?
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| Magic master control
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| He’s hiding in a secret deep black hole
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| I Still See the Black
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| Lyrics by Leif Edling
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| I’m standing up, I’m sitting down
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| A precious jewel — creation’s crown?
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| Someone is holding my breath
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| Someone is finding my fears
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| While the self got lost as the world appeared
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| Gimme more, gimme less
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| Than soulless death in the nightingness
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| I’m missing the moments of love, missing the moments of truth
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| But hell ain’t too bad when you go where there’s people you
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| know
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| Love is such a thing
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| All join hands and we shall sing |