| There’s nothing binding us so let me go
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| Must be careful, in my skin I’m a miracle
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| Release the doves, saw me in half
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| What you call love is just a sleight of hand
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| Help me, assistant to distract
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| Magic pullin' vanishin' act
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| Shut up and pick a card
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| More like suicide, king rests like he’s a horse
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| The tricks are smoke and mirrors
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| No trapdoors, no disappearin'
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| There’s no illusion to what you feel is real
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| Abracadabra-cadabra-cadabra-cadabra
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| There’s a cadaver in your hands
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| For my next feat
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| Everyone on their feet
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| Take ten steps back and stand
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| We dream of silver linings
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| We dream of silver linings
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| We dream of silver linings but stand on copper fields
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| Spin me on your wheel (and throw your knives)
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| Cover my eyes and I can (slow your mind)
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| Wrap me in chains, drop me (in the sea)
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| I spoke to you without even breathin'
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| Locked inside a box, center stage
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| Pendulum swings, I’ll make my escape
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| Pull a rabbit from my hat, levitatin' balancin' act
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| Are you sure this ain’t your card?
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| Well, I guess it’s back to the drawing board
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| The tricks are smoke and mirrors
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| No trapdoors, no disappearin'
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| There’s no illusion to what you feel is real
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| Abracadabra-cadabra-cadabra-cadabra
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| There’s a cadaver in your hands
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| For my next feat
|
| Everyone on their feet
|
| Take ten steps back and stand
|
| We dream of silver linings
|
| We dream of silver linings
|
| We dream of silver linings but stand on copper fields
|
| The tricks are smoke and mirrors
|
| No trapdoors, no disappearin'
|
| There’s no illusion to what you feel is real
|
| Abracadabra-cadabra-cadabra-cadabra
|
| There’s a cadaver in your hands
|
| For my next feat
|
| Everyone on their feet
|
| Take ten steps back and stand
|
| We dream of silver linings
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| We dream of silver linings
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| We dream of silver linings but stand on copper fields |