how can i march torward the light if all i see is black
cause im traped like rat
how do i know im not the rabit out the hat
but how could i be that if they say magic dont exsist
im grasping to my dreams with a tight fist
no matter how hard the world wants to twists wrists
with a unbeatable shot i refuse miss
but sometimes this target refuses to hit
cause sometims my life can do back flips
leaves a man with a bad hip blinds him thinking everything is tragic
so hack this abra kadbra its fixed
so tell me really do you believe in magic
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