| Magic Man, come take my hand, let me feel your power
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| Loosen up your mighty grip that makes the sky your tower
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| Let me walk upon your chest, see your spatial flashes
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| I’ll never know how long you’ll live, but I’m from dust and ashes
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| Whoa, whoa, his rival
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| Right beside his Bible
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| Wizard King knows everything and works at night by candle
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| Making charms and star alarms, there’s nothing he can’t handle
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| Hidden by the galaxies and soothed by solar Queen
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| Touching is his magic curse, his wand is bathed in astatine
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| Whoa, whoa, his rival
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| Right beside his Bible
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| Don’t let him hypnotize, better watch his spells
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| They are cruel, cruel eyes
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| Pray that you won’t be fooled, better watch again
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| Is it you who rules or he?
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| Beware of Magic Man
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| Don’t let him hypnotize, better watch his spells
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| They are cruel, cruel eyes
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| Pray that you won’t be fooled, better look again
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| Is it you who rules or he?
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| Beware of Magic Man
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| Let me see your magic work, defeat your hated rival
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| The kingdoms of the universe are waiting for survival
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| Choose an unsuspecting foe, make him out your felon
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| The claws of strength upon your staff are sacred eagles' talons
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| Whoa, whoa, his rival
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| Right beside his Bible |