| We’re two parties, two parties ending
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| What if you move? |
| What if you hide?
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| There’s only so much you can miss
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| Before we both collide
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| My little tornado, my little hurricano
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| Last day of magic, where are you?
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| My little tornado, my little hurricano
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| We’re two parties, two parties ending
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| I’ll be the man with the broom
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| If you’ll be the guts of the room
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| And there’s only so much you can hide
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| Before I corner you
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| Last day of magic, where are you?
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| My little tornado, my little hurricano
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| Last day of magic, coming through
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| The eye of the storm, and I hold on to
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| My little tornado, my little hurricano
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| I’ll be the man with the broom
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| If you’ll be the dust of the room
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| And there’s only so much you can hide
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| Before I corner you
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| Last day of magic, put a hole right through
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| The eye of the storm in a single room
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| My little tornado, my little hurricano
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| Cavalry come, cavalry go
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| Cavalry leave me alone
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| My little serinado, my little cococaino
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| Last day of magic, where are you?
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| My little tornado, my little hurricano |