| Absinth colored eyes
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| Staring back within disguise
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| At the hallways of my room
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| The magician was in bloom
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| But to breathe for you, beat for
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| You know that you want me to
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| Go on and get you some
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| Bat-wings on those shoulders!
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| Call it a warning
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| And it will light you up right on the floor
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| Move it, go do it, prove it
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| The magic that you’re asking for
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| Call it a warning
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| Cause it won’t let you stay reserved no more
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| Call it a yearning
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| Cause it is magic that you’re asking for
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| As he stumbled onto light
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| Tried to grasp all of his might
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| New found glory out of spite
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| Craving sparks of pure delight
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| But you need something
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| That is more true than the
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| Tricks that you do
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| Something that could get you flying
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| Reality is just a game
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| Oh come on now, alleviate!
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| Reality is just a game
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| The bats were just bait
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| Call it a warning
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| And it will light you up right on the floor
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| Move it, go do it, prove it
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| The magic that you’re asking for
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| Call it a warning
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| Cause it won’t let you stay reserved no more
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| Call it a yearning
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| Cause it is magic that you’re asking for |