Pull Slowly and Die
Magic

Sitting in the bone yard
She has a special technique
She performs the basic rites
Before midnight strikes

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Magic on me, she's using magic on me
Magic on me, she's using magic on me
Magic on me, she's using magic on me
But not for love.

Triangles and squares
Scribbles and stars
From the center of the circle
She scatters dirt all around

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I can't resist her charms
Reading by torch light
She asks me to rise

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