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And at sunrise
And at sunset
But when night falls
But the music
And at sunrise (Cascades of color, slip right through your hands)
And at sunset (Your castle's in the clouds, turn back into sand)
But when night falls (You'll find you're swept away with no helping hand)
But the music (The music is your beacon back to dry land)
And at sunrise
And at sunset
And at sunrise
And at sunset
And at sunrise
And at sunset
But when night falls
But the music
But the music (Cascades of color, slip right through your hands)
But the music (Your castle's in the clouds, turn back into sand)
But the music (You'll find you're swept away with no helping hand)
But the music (The music is your beacon back to dry land)
And at sunrise
And at sunset
But when night falls
But the music
And at sunrise
And at sunset
And at sunrise
And at sunset
And at sunrise
And at sunset
But when night falls
But the music
But the music (Cascades of color, slip right through your hands)
But the music (Your castle's in the clouds, turn back into sand)
But the music (You'll find you're swept away with no helping hand)
But the music (The music is your beacon back to dry land)
And at sunrise
And at sunset
But when night falls
But the music
And at sunrise (Cascades of color, slip right through your hands)
And at sunset (Your castle's in the clouds, turn back into sand)
But when night falls (You'll find you're swept away with no helping hand)
But the music (The music is your beacon back to dry land)
