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I am the word that is always spelled correctly by everyone.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
I have a head and a tail but my eyes can never see my tail.
I am an animal thatβs black white and asian.
What is made of wood, but can't be sawed?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?