Somewhere out in the back of your mind Comes your real life and the life that you know It seems like it was the creation of some of those same old things It seemed to be the only thing left out in the light She had trusted many but been unfamiliar with Almost everyone but you
Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fire Every time that you walk in the room Well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself I have known this much longer than I know you
She had trusted many And then there would be someone Who would enter into her presence That she could sense for miles
She dreamed of her wanton luxury And she laughed and she cried And she tried to taunt him And he hated to be separated From that picture no
Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fire But every time that you walk in the room Oh, well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself Well I have known this much longer than I know you
Long nets of white cloud my memory Long nets of white cloud my memory Oh there is magic all around you Every time you walk in the room
Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fire Every time that you walk in the room Well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself Well I have known this much longer than I know you
Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fire Every time that you walk in the room Well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself Well I have known this much longer than I know you
Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fire But every time that you walk in the room
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