I don't believe in magic. Eat your chunky soup
I'll be sitting here sipping my broth
by my lonesome
I'm not your napkin, clean up the messes you make
I'll be sitting here in my loss
on your accord

I don’t believe I’m manic. Just with nothing to lose
Won’t you sit down so we can talk
through our problems?
I’m not just asking, you being gone’s what I can’t take
Soup’s on the table, it’s still hot
Come back for more

Our table is set, off in the corner
Candlelit with flowers in the center
One glimpse at a setting so special
If I only believed in magic, I’d call it magical

If I only believed, if I only believed, if I only believed


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