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you runneth over
you re open to interpretation
I ve searched the holy books and i ve dogeared every page, with your cup of convoluted wares
I ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage, the perfect pales beyond compare
With this little bit of magic i ve been shown, i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage
Extraordinary, the aftermath is sinking lower
and i m engaged and i m enraged and i m enchanted
I m paralyzed by your concoction, i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage
You re open to interpretation, your sleight of hand keeps all my fingers burned
and i m engaged and i m enraged and i m enchanted
your sleight of hand keeps all my fingers burned
The perfect pales beyond compare, i ve searched the holy books and i ve dogeared every page (He, i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage
i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage
I ve searched the holy books and i ve dogeared every page, your guise will leave no stone unturned, i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage
extraordinary
extraordinary
I ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage, with this little bit of magic i ve been shown, i ve searched the holy books and i ve dogeared every page
i m rendered speechless in my pretty little rage
i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage
i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage
And i m engaged and i m enraged and i m enchanted, your garden s rushing to my head now
I ve searched the holy books and i ve dogeared every page, i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage Gutta, i ve searched the holy books and i ve dogeared every page
Extraordinary, like the trap door underneath your tousled throne, i m rendered speechless in my pretty little rage
You re open to interpretation, extraordinary, you runneth over
extraordinary
I m rendered speechless in my pretty little rage, i m paralyzed by your concoction, the perfect pales beyond compare
But i ll save one word for you, extraordinary
I ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage, your garden s rushing to my head now, with this little bit of magic i ve been shown
I ve searched the holy books and i ve dogeared every page, your guise will leave no stone unturned God, you re open to interpretation
Your sleight of hand keeps all my fingers burned, although a connoisseur of fine legerdemain, your sleight of hand keeps all my fingers burned
i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage
i ve just one word for you
I ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage, i m paralyzed by your concoction, and i m engaged and i m enraged and i m enchanted
The perfect pales beyond compare, extraordinary
I ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage, i ve searched the holy books and i ve dogeared every page
you runneth over
Your garden s rushing to my head now, i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage, i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage
extraordinary
I ve searched the holy books and i ve dogeared every page, like the trap door underneath your tousled throne, i m paralyzed by your concoction
I m paralyzed by your concoction, with this little bit of magic i ve been shown
i ve just one word for you
You runneth over, but i ll save one word for you, i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage
you re open to interpretation
the perfect pales beyond compare
i ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer s own sage
You re open to interpretation, extraordinary Cares), your sleight of hand keeps all my fingers burned