| Somewhere out in the back of your mind
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| Comes your real life and the life that you know
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| It seems like it was the creation of some of those same old things
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| It seemed to be the only thing left out in the light
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| She had trusted many
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| But been unfamiliar with
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| Almost everyone but you
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| Well maybe I’m just thinking that the rooms are all on fire
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| Everytime that you walk in the room
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| Well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself
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| I have known this much longer than I’ve known you
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| She had trusted many
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| And then there would be someone who would enter into her presence
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| That she could sense for miles
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| She dreamed of her wanton luxury
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| And she laughed and she cried and she tried to taunt him
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| And he hated to be separated
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| From that picture No Well maybe I’m just thinking that the rooms are all on fire
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| Everytime that you walk in the room
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| Ooh, well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself
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| Well I have known this much longer than I’ve known you
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| Long nets of white cloud my memory
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| Long nets of white cloud my memory |