Like a
magician, he's up to his old tricks,
Another
show, another fix
His
heart's in a box
Bound
by a thousand and one locks
His
world is whirling and about to tilt
The
knives are in all the way to the hilt
He'd
let them go but he doesn't know how
If
looks could kill, he'd be a ghost by now
From
the shadows, he calls out your name
Just
one shot and you're back in the game
Your
heart's in a box
Bound
by a thousand and one locks.
Your
world is whirling and about to tilt
The
knives are in all the way to the hilt
You'd
let them go but you don't know how
If
looks could kill, you'd be a ghost by now
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