Wax Tailor - Magic Numbers lyrics
[Wax Tailor - Magic Numbers lyrics]
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4
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Come on!
1, Black turntable on the floor
2, Ears are percieving the score
3, Eyes and they ride the horizon
4, Walls can't confine him
Bust through the dust
Purple bubbles in the soundtrack
Pull another out the set and bounce back
Pack an algorithm through a
Prism and division
And the visions give a way
To synergy of rhythm
No more living in fear it's now clear
Eyes wide open he knows that it's near
Feeling overthrows any previous notion
He had of his sad and his gleeful emotions
The potion made him go
Captivated and created
From the energy built in his mind made
It and related to the tools
Of the student of the school of belated
Finding himself the long awaited come on
1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
Pay attention to the music famous orchestras
From the musical instrument
It was made by what they
Call the lost wax process
Now he's got time on the side
Sand in the hourglass 1 for the win
2 for the past have you heard
3 bounce loud with the back then
Much younger now he's got the hunger now
Wisdom and youth
Bust out the slumber envisioning truth
Like a new paradigm sure to paralyze his mind
Can he handle dismantling space and time
Afraid it might be evil to come
Snap out of it 4 3 2 1
Having fun under a spell feeling so numb
And exploring on the run
Until the sunlight gone
Until the darkness is making him
Paralyzed to the music
He was making right in front of his eyes
For a surprise on the rise
So flammable he can burn
But then he slows down and concerned to learn
As he turns around the world
Becomes his private playing ground
There's no chance he can manage to
Keep his heartbeat to stay down
Now the sound's in a temple of his memories
Daylight (light)
He's sharp like the pencil of the playright
(like)
And he blows up the spot like dynamite (fly)
Make it tight show the party
People what you like
Ahh! I'm only trying to show you what
Your records keep on missing brother-
Brother man can do it keep your hands
Stuck in the back in your brain
Until you see me again mixin' - mix gets-
Specialize in music
1, 1, 1 2, 2, 2 3, 3, 3 4 - 4- 4
1, 2, 3, 4
14233241142332414433221442424233114433221
Come on!
1, Black turntable on the floor
2, Ears are percieving the score
3, Eyes and they ride the horizon
4, Walls can't confine him
Bust through the dust
Purple bubbles in the soundtrack
Pull another out the set and bounce back
Pack an algorithm through a
Prism and division
And the visions give a way
To synergy of rhythm
No more living in fear it's now clear
Eyes wide open he knows that it's near
Feeling overthrows any previous notion
He had of his sad and his gleeful emotions
The potion made him go
Captivated and created
From the energy built in his mind made
It and related to the tools
Of the student of the school of belated
Finding himself the long awaited come on
1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
Pay attention to the music famous orchestras
From the musical instrument
It was made by what they
Call the lost wax process
Now he's got time on the side
Sand in the hourglass 1 for the win
2 for the past have you heard
3 bounce loud with the back then
Much younger now he's got the hunger now
Wisdom and youth
Bust out the slumber envisioning truth
Like a new paradigm sure to paralyze his mind
Can he handle dismantling space and time
Afraid it might be evil to come
Snap out of it 4 3 2 1
Having fun under a spell feeling so numb
And exploring on the run
Until the sunlight gone
Until the darkness is making him
Paralyzed to the music
He was making right in front of his eyes
For a surprise on the rise
So flammable he can burn
But then he slows down and concerned to learn
As he turns around the world
Becomes his private playing ground
There's no chance he can manage to
Keep his heartbeat to stay down
Now the sound's in a temple of his memories
Daylight (light)
He's sharp like the pencil of the playright
(like)
And he blows up the spot like dynamite (fly)
Make it tight show the party
People what you like
Ahh! I'm only trying to show you what
Your records keep on missing brother-
Brother man can do it keep your hands
Stuck in the back in your brain
Until you see me again mixin' - mix gets-
Specialize in music
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