Turn me into your enemy
You are a great predator
Inside my head
Who kills only for fun
But in this you are my accomplice
Your magic that dies
br/>My dying magic
In this we are accomplices
Now that you only hold
An imaginary man
I am not imaginary
I am not imaginary
I I think it's superstition
But your destiny uses me
And makes what I
Love when I reach it
Like anything else
But now we are accomplices
My dying magic
Your dying magic
In this we are accomplices
Now that you only hold
An imaginary man
I am not imaginary
I am not imaginary

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