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Begin the day |
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With a friendly voice |
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A companion, unobtrusive |
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Plays that song that's so elusive |
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And the magic music makes your |
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morning mood |
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Off on your way |
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Hit the open road |
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There is magic at your fingers |
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For the Spirit ever lingers |
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Undemanding contact |
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In your happy solitude |
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Invisible airwaves |
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Crackle with life |
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Bright antennae bristle |
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With the energy |
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Emotional feedback |
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On a timeless wavelength |
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Bearing a gift beyond price- |
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Almost free... |
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All this machinery |
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Making modern music |
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Can still be open-hearted |
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Not so coldly charted |
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It's really just a question |
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Of your honesty |
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One likes to believe |
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In the freedom of music |
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But glittering prizes |
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And endless compromises |
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Shatter the illusion |
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Of integrity |
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"For the words of the profits, |
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Are written on the studio wall, |
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Concert hall- |
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Echoes with the sounds... |
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Of salesmen." |
