Sanoja: Bjork. Selmasongs. In The Musicals.

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Why do I love it so much?
What kind of magic is this?

How come I can't help adore it?
It's just another musical

No one minds it at all
If I'm having a ball
This is a musical

And there is always someone to catch me
There is always someone to catch me
There is always someone to catch me
There is always someone to catch me
When I'd fall

Why do I love you so much?
What kind of magic is this?

How come I can't help adore you?
You are in a musical

I didn't mind it at all
You were having a ball
This is a musical

And you were always there to catch me
You were always there to catch me
You were always there to catch me
You were always there to catch me
When I'd fall

I don't mind it at all
If you're having a ball
This is a musical

And I'll always be there to catch you
I will always be there to catch you
I'll always be there to catch you
I will always be there to catch you
You always be there to catch me
And there's always someone to catch me
You always be there to catch me
You always there to catch me
When I'd fall