| Now won’t you listen to the word wizard
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| Watch him open up his gizzard
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| Every secret he has he’s only told the world so far
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| Don’t you think that boy would be embarrassed
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| Find himself hassled or some what harassed
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| Cause he shows of his wounds before they turn to scars
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| But when he comes home he brings me stories
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| He made up especially for me
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| A little bit of low down, a little bit of glory oh
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| The choice is simple, I can scold him
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| Give him a smile or simply hold him
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| Somehow it seems, I never ever told him no
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| Watch him work, he leaves each hartfull
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| Shovels it out there by the careful
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| He’s so artless it’s almost artful as he as he strings them along
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| Takes you down, gets you cryin
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| Sets you high, gets you flyin
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| It’s not the truth but it’s not quite lying
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| As he sings his song
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| But when he comes home he brings me stories
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| He made up especially for me
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| A little bit of low down, a little bit of glory oh
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| The choice is simple, I can scold him
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| Give him a smile or simply hold him
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| Somehow it seems, I never ever told him no |