The Magic is Gone

What we had was Siegfried and Roy with David Blaine
We've danced in the rain dodging the drops, in our veins
Our blood was rushing, it turned to crushing
Who knew that something will turn to slushie
I was too caught couging in the smoke and I hoped
That the windows wouldn't turn to mirrors, the slope
On the coaster is negative one over two
Going down with twists and turns going round and round through
The darkness I reached into my top hat to get a rabbits foot
In my hand was halloween playboy ears, they gave me the boot
By having a cane around my neck, with the tomato
To throw, but wait I'll take a dove out my robe
It's a rubber chicken, I can do a trick for
The queen of hearts, to pop out four of mine or
I can give you flowers out my sleave, with jewels so clear
"Abra kadabra" when the roses came out, she disappeared...

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