Isn't it right, isn't it wrong Where is the magic on the old one's poor state?
Sing some for me
Little bit broke, little bit young Pounds of a timepiece, all had a song
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 For all the magic into your half-full soda machine
You sold that to me
Cars on the deck, wait for your turn Set up in magic, but now that I've learned the tricks too
I don't miss you
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