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Begin the day with a friendly voice
A companion unobtrusive
Plays that song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood

Off on your way, hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude

Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

All this machinery making modern music can still be open-hearted
Not so boldly charted
It's really just a question of your honesty
Yeah, your honesty

One likes to believe in the freedom of music
But glittering prizes and endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity, yeah

Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

For the words of the profits were written on the studio walls
And concert halls
And echoes with the sound of salesmen
Of salesmen
Of salesmen
Begin the day with a friendly voice   A companion unobtrusive   Plays that song that's so elusive   And the magic music makes your morning mood      Off on your way, hit the open road   There is magic at your fingers   For the spirit ever lingers    Undemanding contact in your happy solitude      Invisible airwaves crackle with life   Bright antennae bristle with the energy   Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength   Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free      All this machinery making modern music can still be open-hearted   Not so boldly charted    It's really just a question of your honesty   Yeah, your honesty      One likes to believe in the freedom of music   But glittering prizes and endless compromises   Shatter the illusion of integrity, yeah      Invisible airwaves crackle with life   Bright antennae bristle with the energy   Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength   Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free      For the words of the profits were written on the studio walls   And concert halls   And echoes with the sound of salesmen   Of salesmen   Of salesmen