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I don't believe in magic. Eat your chunky soup I'll be sitting here sipping my broth by my lonesome I'm not your napkin, clean up the messes you make I'll be sitting here in my loss on your accord I don't believe I'm manic. Just with nothing to lose Won't you sit down so we can talk through our problems? I'm not just asking, you being gone's what I can't take Soup's on the table, it's still hot Come back for more Our table is set, off in the corner Candlelit with flowers in the center One glimpse at a setting so special If I only believed in magic, I'd call it magical If I only believed, if I only believed, if I only believed From Letras Mania