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Magic


Auteur/Compositeur : Bruce Springsteen

Texte chanson

I got a coin in my palm I can make it disappear I got a card up my sleeve Name it and I'll pull it out your ear I got a rabbit in my hat If you want to come and see This is what will be, this is what will be I got shackles on my wrist Soon I'll slip 'em and be gone Chain me in a box in the river And I'll rise singin' this song Trust none of what you hear And less of what you see This is what will be, this is what will be I got a shiny saw blade All I needs' a volunteer I'll cut you in half While you're smiling ear to ear And the freedom that you sought's Driftin' like a ghost amongst the trees This is what will be, this is what will be Now there's a fire down below But it's comin' up here So leave everything you know And carry only what you fear On the road the sun is sinkin' low There's bodies hangin' in the trees This is what will be, this is what will be