got this box of magic
up in the attic
might bring it down and wipe of the dust
take the key and open up
she said she had had it
she even quit her magic
but I kept the box to keep it alive
every night I tried and tried
now I’m trying to hide it
´cause there´s no room inside it
it´s full of a wand and a deck of cards
but most of all my broken heart
theres no room for me
she put a spell on me
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erratic like an addict
I’m not that good at magic
I bring it down I’ve had enough
with kerosene I burn it up
the ashes tell the story
the end of you and me
I tell myself I have moved on
but then again I wrote this song
how can I brake free when
she put a spell on me
