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The Magician
He just keeps pulling rabbits,
Out of his top hat;
He has me watching this hand,
While he's holding it in that.
He's dark and mysterious,
And the magician can make me laugh;
But i just keep volunteering,
To be the one he saws in half.
I'm just another fan in the crowd,
But when i'm on his stage;
I feel like i'm the only one,
As he puts me in a cage.
His flowing black cape,
Matches his empty, black eyes;
His magic wand keeps drawing me here,
Despite my effortless tries.
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I'm just another fan in the crowd,
But when i'm on his stage;
I feel like i'm the only one,
As he puts me in a cage.