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WHITE SMOKE – by Philip Hawkins
[Verse 1] 
Can you feel it? It moves across the ground
Can you hear it? It doesn’t make a sound

[Pre-chorus]
No one knows how it will make you feel
It seems to have some strange appeal
Can you tell me – is it even real?

[Chorus]
Tumbling down, before it tries to climb
Rumbling round, its running out of time
Bright cloak, coming from the past
White smoke, it’s never gonna last

Instrumental

[Verse 2]
Can you see it? It’s coming from the east
Can you sense it? It moves just like a beast

[Pre-chorus]
Is it some kind of energy? 
Carrying a weight of mystery? 
Do you think, it will set us free?

[Chorus]	
Tumbling down, before it tries to climb
Rumbling round, its running out of time
Bright cloak, coming from the past
White smoke, it’s never gonna last