| TWILIGHT ZONE / TWILIGHT TONE
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| MANHATTAN TRANSFER
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| By Alan Paul and Jay Graydon, Lyrics by Alan Paul
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| (SPOKEN INTRO)
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| With a key, you unlock a door to imagination
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| Beyond it is another dimension
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| A dimension of sight
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| A dimension of sound
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| A dimension of mind
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| You’re moving through a land of both shadow and substance
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| Of things and ideas
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| Guiding you through this wondrous journey
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| Is the hypnotic sound of the twilight tone
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| When I hear this melody
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| This strange illusion takes over me Through a tunnel of the mind
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| Perhaps a present or future time oh, oh Out of nowhere comes this sound
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| This melody that keeps spinning 'round & 'round
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| Pyramidal locomotion
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| From a mystic unknown zone
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| Hearin' the twilight
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| Hearin' the twilight, twilight tone
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| Unpretentious girl from Memphis
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| Saw the future through her third eye
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| People came with skepticism
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| Picking, testing her precision, no, wo, oh, oh Suddenly they heard this sound
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| This melody that keeps spinning 'round & 'round
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| A signpost up ahead is calling
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| Through the mystic unknown zone
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| Hearin' the twilight
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| Twilight swept away, feelin' the rhythm
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| Hearin' the twilight
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| Twilight swept away, ba da, loo da, ba da loo da Hearin' the twilight
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| Twilight tone
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| One Mr. Miller, who’s about
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| To take a trip into oddness and obsolescene, through a Zone whose boundaries are that of imagination.
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| Accompanying him on this journey is the mesmerizing
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| Sound of the Twilight Tone.
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| On a cold & rainy night
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| One Mister Miller had a rare flight
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| Glen was up there boppin' a rhythm
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| Then the engine stopped to listen with him
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| Play that beat, oh, oh Suddenly he heard this sound
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| This melody that keeps spinning 'round & 'round
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| Now he resides and plays trombone |