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Lyrics:
If the power dies again Well, who needs the light? We'll see with our hands And feel and understand
When notes create the source They cause a driving force And the sound that you explore Through the wires on the floor
And it's a very special thing When she makes the people clap and sing That my baby makes me happy all the time, all the time
It's the touch that's wearing thin Where the strings break the skin And the folks throwing stones Have hearts like hollow bones
But it's a very special thing When she makes the people clap and sing That my baby makes me happy all the time, all the time Ah, sing it now
And it's a very special thing When she makes the people clap and sing That my baby makes me happy all the time, all the time
And it's a very special thing It's a very special thing
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