Cut me in half, make me disappear -
its all smoke machines and a two-way mirror.
Turn me nto a thousand doves and
I'll put my hand inside your little white glove.
I know all your secrets (and I just mght tell)
but tonight you've got me under
Your magic spell...
I'll sing at your funeral
When you fake your own death,
I'll hold you under-water
While we hold our breath - hocus pocus,
It's coming into focus (the tricks you played on me),
I was born a skeptic baby
But you taught me to believe.
Can you escape from this one with no harm done?
With no blood shed, and all's intact,
if you bite it once it bites back...
Magic (magic) is once nice and
Magic (magic) is twice tragic,
Magic (magic) is an open call,
an open call calling all dramatics.
Bangs - The Magician´s Assistant Lyrics
Bangs - The Magician´s Assistant Lyrics
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Cut me in half, make me disappear -
its all smoke machines and a two-way mirror.
Turn me nto a thousand doves and
I'll put my hand inside your little white glove.
I know all your secrets (and I just mght tell)
but tonight you've got me under
Your magic spell...
I'll sing at your funeral
When you fake your own death,
I'll hold you under-water
While we hold our breath - hocus pocus,
It's coming into focus (the tricks you played on me),
I was born a skeptic baby
But you taught me to believe.
Can you escape from this one with no harm done?
With no blood shed, and all's intact,
if you bite it once it bites back...
Magic (magic) is once nice and
Magic (magic) is twice tragic,
Magic (magic) is an open call,
an open call calling all dramatics.
its all smoke machines and a two-way mirror.
Turn me nto a thousand doves and
I'll put my hand inside your little white glove.
I know all your secrets (and I just mght tell)
but tonight you've got me under
Your magic spell...
I'll sing at your funeral
When you fake your own death,
I'll hold you under-water
While we hold our breath - hocus pocus,
It's coming into focus (the tricks you played on me),
I was born a skeptic baby
But you taught me to believe.
Can you escape from this one with no harm done?
With no blood shed, and all's intact,
if you bite it once it bites back...
Magic (magic) is once nice and
Magic (magic) is twice tragic,
Magic (magic) is an open call,
an open call calling all dramatics.