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Song Information
Music: Philip Vella
Lyrics: Gerard James Borg
Eurovision Song Contest 2002
Position: 2nd
Points: 164pts

Seven degrees, I’m down on my knees
Waiting for the man to put me under his spell
Seven o’ five, he walks into sight
Givin’ me the eye, he lifts my spirits high

His passion burns and my luck takes a turn
I’m reborn and alive with his love to survive

Is it good? Is it bad? Am I simply going mad?
Is it fiction or fact? Am I really losing tact?
Is he magical, logical, natural? I wonder
He’s got the makings of my seventh wonder
Ooh hoo… hoo… hoo…

Seventy three kisses for me
That whisper through the silence his feelings for me
Softly he dips my cherry-red lips
In the essence of a hope on which my love can float

His passion burns and my luck takes a turn
I’m reborn and alive with his love to survive

Is it good? Is it bad? Am I simply going mad?
Is it fiction or fact? Am I really losing tact?
Is he magical, logical, natural? I wonder
He’s got the makings of my seventh wonder

On seven seas we sail on this dream
Turning it into virtual reality, reality

Is it good? Is it bad? Am I simply going mad?
Is it fiction or fact? Am I really losing tact?
(Is he magical?) Magical (Logical, natural? I wonder)
He’s got the makings of my seventh wonder

Am I weak? Am I strong? In his arms do I belong?
I could climb mountain high, for his love I’d learn to fly
Is he magical, logical, natural? I wonder
He’s got the makings of my seventh wonder

(Is he fiction or a matter of fact?) Seventh wonder
(Is he fiction or a matter of fact?) Seventh wonder

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