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In better times, a spell could save you |
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The wine that we threw into a chasm |
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Came right back at you |
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Now it's all so straight and narrow |
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And the skeptics rule the nation |
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The servants scream, "always wear black." |
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The stupid sin, romantic wishscapes |
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Give you a skewed impression of the realms of the magic arts |
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Yes, it's all over your heads so enjoy the dim vacation |
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The servant reads, "never wear black." |
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There is no now -- you can tape that to your devil-brow |
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Time came before the end, my lord, explain your cattle call. |
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What we need is a soft second serve of your fine approximations |
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Shepherd read, "always wear black." |
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You find the grace in true frustration |
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Time came before the end, my lord, explain ... |