Tragic Magic by View
The candyman's complaining he can't get the blood off
his hands
He can't tell the difference between friends and powder
fans
Hooked on what they're given, so they just won't go
away
Gave them his umbrella, took it back on a rainy day
Char De Ville's complaining, 'bout the things we shrug
away
Realised it matters, when your heart gets stolen away
Not the things he didn't do, the things he didn't say
Hanging on that look he gave her, stay in touch now
Each of them complaining about the situation
That they both know oh so well
Now each of them complaining 'bout his chosen vocation
But I'm not dealing with scum like you
And it's just a case of tragic magic
When you can't remember feeling fantastic
Just another case of tragic magic
The dealer remembers more than the man
And not alot of people have the problems that they do
Off load all your troubles they'll come running back to
you
This life is a puddle but the goodness does occur
So steal another shaving of the sultan's cook
Keep on complaining, move in to the sadness lane
Come around and sing with me
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