Magic

I have walked down train tracks

Drunk at three a.m.

It's no great trick, it's not magic

When the trains don't run till six

That's the kind of guy I am

The kind of guy who needs a girl

Who hates guys like me

That's the kind of world this is

The kind of world that spins

Despite guys like me

If my muscles were just

As big as my brains

I'd have to f__K them up, too

I'd have to f__K up guys like you

That's the kind of guy I am

The kind of guy whose bleeding heart

Is on my sleeve

That's the kind of world this is

The kind of world that spins

Despite you and me

If I had a magic wand

I'd wave it once and fake the rest

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