| You are the bright, white light in my streets of darkness
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| A storyteller with wings I envy
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| Baby, I’ve been waiting for you, waiting for you all my life
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| What did I know before you came?
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| One in million flowers on my pillow
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| One of kind hands reaching out to me
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| Baby, you’re my shining armour; |
| beauty and dressed to kill
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| Nothing I know can be the same
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| I wanna dance; |
| pick me up and turn me ‘round
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| One foot out, one foot down, all my senses hit the ground
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| I close my eyes, I feel so free, and it comes so easily
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| It Can Be Magical… It Can Be Magical
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| My little hero, never short of wonder
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| Wherever we go racing it’s to win
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| Straight into the arms of parlours, straight into the halls of fame
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| Into this handsome honeymoon
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| I wanna dance; |
| pick me up and turn me ‘round
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| One foot out, one foot down, all my senses hit the ground
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| I close my eyes, I feel so free, and it comes so easily
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| It Can Be Magical… It Can Be Magical
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| I want to fly for real
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| I want to get high for real this time
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| Cause magic we’re made of, a mystic parade of desires… desires…
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| I was a picture of a prima donna that was stranded on the edge of town
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| Only a face without a name…
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| Now, I wanna dance; |
| pick me up and turn me ‘round
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| One foot out, one foot down, all my senses hit the ground
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| I close my eyes, I feel so free, and it comes so easily
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| It Can Be Magical… It Can Be Magical |