Magic Trick

That's my ride
Think that is my ride
Think that was my ride
Let it slide
Always just let it side
It's implied
Don't you know it's implied
At least I tried
Gave it my best and tried

You feeling down
Go to the park
Wander outside
Stand in the dark
Give it sometime give it some time

You feeling down
Walk by the beach
Ride by lake
Figure it out
Give it some space
Even when it rains

Always running late
Almost passed by gate
Almost lost track of time
So out of control you almost seem fine

Rain on the grass
Comin in last
Merry go round
It go too fast
Seesaw tip the balance
Things less of a challenge
Running and running
Keep the boys gunning

Guns just aren't cute
Think of the youth
Us babies too cute to be dead for what we've been through
For all we've been through



Credits
Writer(s): Liz Johnson
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