well aren't you just a clever magician?
weaving your way into my life
is this real or a delusion?
you make what's impossible real
but my heart, that I can't let you steal
you act so, consciously, so intentional
but in the meantime you make me feel mental
without a word, your fingers trace my lips
and I can feel my pulse everywhere
you know your power, you run a dictatorship
but I'm a rebel, and I'm a flower
and though I bloom slowly, I've got staying power
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