| What the hell is going on in the air
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| There’s a lonely cry and a muffled cheer
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| People come from miles around
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| Just to hear the sound and then disappear
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| Behind the microphone in the dark alone
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| All flesh and bones
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| And when the band begins
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| He’s like a king right on his throne
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| And when the man comes singing
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| It sounded better then other nights
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| The night that I first heard his voice
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| And I was only thinking
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| It touched me more then I thought it might
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| It shifted to white light
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| It comes from a different time
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| From a different place
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| Of love and grace
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| People come from miles around
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| Just to hear the sound
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| Ringing up for days
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| Just believe it
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| You will receive it
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| Without asking at all
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| Cause there on the stage
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| Oh lovely days it teases your soul
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| No asking at all
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| And when the man comes singing
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| It sounded better then other nights
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| The night that I first heard his voice
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| And I was only thinking
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| It touched me more then I thought it might
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| It shifted to white light
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| This love ain’t rich
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| Coming from the singing man
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| Just believe it
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| You will receive it
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| Without asking at all
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| Cause there on the stage
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| Oh lovely days it teases your soul
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| No asking at all
|
| And when the man comes singing
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| It sounded better then other nights
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| The night that I first heard his voice
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| And I was only thinking
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| It touched me more then I thought it might
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| It shifted to white light |