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cascades of colour
and at sunrise
and at sunset
but when night falls
but the music
and at sunrise
and at sunset
but when night falls
but the music
cascades of colour
slip right through your hands
your castle's in the clouds
turn back into sand
you'll find your swept away with no helping hand
the music is your beacon back to dry land
and at sunrise
and at sunset
but when night falls
but the music
cascades of colour
slip right through your hands
your castle's in the clouds
turn back into sand
you'll find your swept away with no helping hand
the music is your beacon back to dry land
oh the music
now this is why I sing
oh the music...
my sunrise...
and this is why we sing
bring it back on home
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