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di Taylor

QUEEN

It’s a kind of magic  It’s a kind of magic
A kind of magic

One dream, one soul
One prize, one goal
One golden glance of what should be (it’s a kind of magic)
One shaft of light that shows the way
No mortal man can win this day (it’s a kind of magic)
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time (it’s a kind of magic)

The waiting seems eternity
The day will dawn of sanity (ooh)

Is this a kind of magic? (It’s a kind of magic)
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done

This flame that burns inside of me
I’m hearing secret harmonies (it’s a kind of magic)
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
(It’s a kind of magic)
(It’s a kind of magic)

This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be, will soon be
Will soon be done
This is (this is), a kind (a kind) of magic (yeah)
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done (done)

, it’s a …

di Dominici, Myung, Petrucci, Moore, Portnoy

DREAM THEATRE

I touched with one
Who made me run
Away from my own soul
In this world with its
Many illusions
We are moving like mice through a
Maze

And now I find
What’s left behind
Has served to make me whole
Full of doubt, deception, and delusion
Seeking purpose to all earthly days

I search within
Beneath a skin
That bears both pleasure and pain
In a world full of constant confusion
I will not be a par to the craze

In the Afterlife
Will dark be bright?
Will cold be warm?
Will the day have no night?
In the Afterlife?
Will the blind have sight?
In the Afterlife

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di Bon Jovi, Child

BON JOVI

I wish that life was like it is in the movies
‘Cause the hero always gets his way
No matter how hard it gets on that dark lonely road
At the end he’s got a smile on his face

But when they threw me out to the lions
No one saved me as I fell from your grace
And no one wrote me new lines
For what I said wrong
What I did wrong I could not erase

This is real life
This is real love
This is real pain
That much I’m sure of
These are real tears
These are real fears inside
That I can’t hide

I wish that I could be a white knight in armour
With an army just to bring you back home
But I’ll admit I’m scared of dialing your number
Someone else is gonna answer the phone
Why can’t it be like it is on TV?
When the orchestra plays and you come back to me…