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It can be cracked, It can be made, It can be told, it can be played. What is it?
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
What has two ends but no beginning?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate; Yet there is a style of music named after me.
What can hold a car but can’t lift a feather?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?