Isn't it right, isn't it wrong Where is the magic, all of the old ones promised me
Seems so funny
Little bit broke, little bit young Hands of a timepiece, oh how they swung
While it's taken on, totally rusted
It's my stage when the curtain's closed Everyone likes a show
But today I'll disappear in the crowd Wasting my time, do what you asked
Pour all the magic into your half-full soda machine You sold that to me
Cause I'm a dick, wait for your turn Set up in magic, but now that I've learned the tricks too
I don't miss you
I don't miss you
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