paroles de chanson Something Magic - Procol Harum
It′s
the
centre
of
the
storm
Something
magic
being
born
When
the
world
is
torn
apart
By
the
beating
of
a
heart
Like
a
dam
about
to
burst
Like
a
drunkard's
crazy
thirst
In
the
centre
of
the
storm
Something
magic
being
born
It′s
the
dark
hours
of
the
soul
When
the
nightmares
take
their
toll
When
the
shadows
come
to
mock
Against
the
ticking
of
the
clock
When
the
demons
of
the
night
Come
like
vultures
for
their
bite
In
the
dark
hours
of
the
soul
When
the
nightmares
take
their
toll
It's
the
dawning
of
the
day
Nighttime's
panic
swept
away
When
the
clouds
which
seemed
so
dark
Are
exchanged
for
morning′s
lark
When
the
stars
which
burnt
so
bright
Are
exchanged
for
morning
light
In
the
dawning
of
the
day
Nighttime′s
panic
swept
away
Nighttime's
panic
swept
away
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