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I'm a clairvoyant babe listen if you willI'll tell you the future of this 20 dollar billNow watch as it turns into a cup of your finest swill And, whoa! Where'd it go?Now to the young lady sitting in the front rowWon't you tell the audience how many years I've knownYou and how we loved each other then we were off and on And whoa! She was goneAnd I will not tell you how I do my tricksIt's yours to suspend disbelief and let it be like thisIt's mine to take your moneyAnd in a puff of smoke I'll disappear from hereWe will take a life and we will live it on a stageWhen the show is over hopefully they will sayFor the final act they breathed and endless sighAnd waved good bye!Magic, It's magic, it's a magic show! From Letras Mania