| In the winter when you put hex on me
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| Destiny and desire were quite the weaponry
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| I remember I admired every fiber of your being and your essence
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| Thanks for teaching me a lesson
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| I had trained professionals trynna' to counsel me
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| You came and suggested I try alchemy
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| On your moonlight balcony
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| We chanted a mantra
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| 'Till the phantoms flew out of me
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| The moon was a crescent the mood was electric
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| And you were undressin' for that beautiful blessin'
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| Hey presto, wrappin' up the sheets and curlin' up ten toes
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| I never meant to offend you
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| Now you stab my voodoo doll with a pencil
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| We were on the bluest pond skippin' pebbles
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| She loves me, she loves me not
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| Picking petals, it was dreadful
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| Butte magic
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| God’s in the pinky skies don’t tell me otherwise
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| Butte magic
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| God’s in the pinky skin, baby you ain’t a sin
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| In the summer when it’s reckless like lightnin' and thunder
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| Before you life was black and white but now I live in color
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| I have been under your spell
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| Another day, another penny in another well
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| Could have wished for three more wishes, I just wished you well
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| Could have been your magic lips, but I don’t kiss 'n tell
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| Your magic fingertips that scratch where I can’t itch myself
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| distant bell
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| She says she’ll bend some rosemary and hope we can
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| Weather faded like the hope for tomorrow
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| Now a maiden sits alone in a grotto
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| Rode the pumpkin carriage with the roads full of potholes
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| Won’t you win the lotto while we’re walkin' over hot coals
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| No happily ever after in our fantasy land
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| With an abracadabra and an alakazam
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| I know the city like the back of my hand
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| And it is magical and black as I am
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| I guess you call it
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| Butte magic
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| God’s in the pinky skies, don’t tell me otherwise
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| Butte magic
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| God’s in the pinky skin, baby you ain’t a sin
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| Butte magic
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| God’s in the pinky skies, don’t tell me otherwise
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| Butte magic
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| God’s in the pinky skin, baby you ain’t a sin
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| «We could be wondering and, is there a world? |
| But I can go and talk for five-
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| ten- twenty minutes about 'Is there is a world?' |
| There is really no world.
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| Sometimes I’m walking on the ground and I see right through the ground.
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| There is no world! |
| You’ll find out.» |