My
Open mouth
Catching flies
As I walk down
Hills
Toward
Your house
At an ever breaking speed
Do you recognized
By the American public at home
Watching tv
Face
His the ground
As I
Fall down
Been so long since I have felt
Swayed towards anyone else
If I could only tell you about all the days that I have thought
Of you and me
And talk to all of smiles
Magic tricks and magic eyes like a dove
Oh I'm not surprised I'm not taken back by you
Oh I'm not surprised I'm not taken back by you
Oh I'm not falling for these magic tricks
With mirrors
Smoke and sparkles
Flashy wands and palms that read like a song
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