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The Magic Hour

Kimbra

You say ’the older I get, the better I was
Truth, from a distance
But I still don’t measure up

I thought I could handle my words with a good degree
But they keep falling outta me
Like oil spills at the sea

Fate won’t change, it knows me by name & it calls
It says ’sell your soul to try understand it all....’
But in the light of the magic hour
Everything seems to slow right down

The more I know
The less I know
In the still, dancing

The more I know
The less I know
In the still, dancing
Don’t know where I go
Or if I’m coming home
In the still, dancing

I met a marlboro man on the underground
He had nothing to care about
Yeah the dogs get to the top
I'm beaten up the world, I gotta say
There’s a faded glory written on my face

Fate won’t change, it knows me by name & it calls
It says ’sell your soul to try understand it all....’
But in the light of the magic hour
Everything seems to slow right down

The more I know
The less I know
In the still, dancing

The more I know
The less I know
In the still, dancing
Come beat me down
I’m off the ground
But I’m still dancing

Try to add it up
But it ends up another game
Life ain’t fair, is it vanity?
Crowded streets all treat you the same
Feet don’t fail me now
I click my heels three times (I’m up off the ground)
I lose and I get lost... But I’m underneath the cross

No my fate won’t change, it knows me by name & it calls
Will I sell my soul to try understand it all?
In the light of the magic hour
Everything seems to slow right down

The more I know
The less I know
In the still, dancing

The more I know
The less I know
In the still, dancing

The more I know
The less I know
In the still, dancing
(I gotta go, the feeling’s gone
But I’m still, dancing....)






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