| I looked and I heard
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| Something in the air
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| And I don’t know what I think
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| And I don’t know why I care
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| But there’s something down the way
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| So I’m going over there
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| Music flows through an open door
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| Can’t keep it closed, it’s liking to swing
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| Dusty notes drift across the floor
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| Can’t keep it clean, it’s a magical thing
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| It’s soft and it’s clear
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| It’s coming from nowhere
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| And it’s smoking from the ground
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| And it’s lightning in the air
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| I can hold it in my hand
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| Less than half is more than fair
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| Music flows through an open door
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| Can’t keep it closed, it’s liking to swing
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| Dusty notes drift across the floor
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| Can’t keep it clean, it’s a magical thing
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| It’s blowing in my face
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| I feel it in my hair
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| And I don’t know where it’s from
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| I don’t know who put it there
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| But I think it might be real
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| And it’s giving me my share
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| Music flows through an open door
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| Can’t keep it closed, it’s liking to swing
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| Dusty notes drift across the floor
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| Can’t keep it clean, it’s a magical thing |