It's in the rubbish, it's in the mud
Where is the magic?
All of the old ones promised me
There's some for me
Let up the broken, let up the young
Hands of a time king, so hard and strong
While it's taken on
Totally rusted
It's strange when the curtains close
Everyone likes a shadow
But today I'm disappearing in the crowd
Wasting my time
Do what you ask
For all the magic
Into your half-full sewing machine
You sold that to me
Cars on the deck, wait for your turn
Selling the magic, but now that I've earned
The tricks too
I miss you
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