| There’s a natural mystic blowing through the air
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| And if you listen carefully now you will hear
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| This could be the first trumpet
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| It might as well be the last
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| Many more will have to suffer
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| Many more will have to die
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| I don’t tell no lie
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| Things are not the way they used to be
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| One and all have to face reality now
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| No one tries to find the answers
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| To all the questions they ask
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| Though I know it’s impossible
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| To go on living through the past
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| I don’t tell no lie
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| There’s a natural mystic blowing through the air
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| And if you listen carefully now you will hear
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| This could be the first trumpet
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| It might as well be the last
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| Many more will have to suffer
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| And many more will have to die
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| I don’t tell no lie
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| There’s a natural mystic blowing through the air
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| Blowing, blowing through the air
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| Blowing, blowing through the air |