I count the kitchen tiles,
Thinking you could be
If I wanted you to.
But I don't realize
I'm not the magician's daughter
I used to be.
Thinking you could be
If I wanted you to.
But I don't realize
I'm not the magician's daughter
I used to be.
I forgot how to tell when it's raining. Sometimes I wish I was real.
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