Magic Numbers (Instrumental) Wax Tailor

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One, Black turntable on the floor
Two, Ears are perceiving the score
Three, Eyes and they ride the horizon
Four, Laws can't confine em
One, Black turntable on the floor
Two, Ears are perceiving the score
Three, Eyes and they ride the horizon
Four, Laws can't confine em

Bust through the dust
Purple bubbles in the soundtrack
Pull another at the set and bounce back
Hackin I got rhythm through a prism
And a vision and the visions give way to a synergy of rhythm
No more living in fear it's now clear
Eyes wide open he knows that it's near
Feeling over those any previous notion
He hide the facade in his gleeful emotions
The potion made him go
Captivated and created from the energy building
In his mind made it
And related to the tools
Of the student of the school
Of belated finding himself the long awaited

One, Black turntable on the floor
Two, Ears are perceiving the score
Three, Eyes and they ride the horizon
Four, Laws can't confine em
One, Black turntable on the floor
Two, Ears are perceiving the score
Three, Eyes and they ride the horizon
Four, Laws can't confine em