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Lately I’ve been searching, searching for answers

I walk around the boulevards, looking for magicians

With a cold feet, black coat full of arms

Outstretched and a leading voice

And I can’t help but shout at the top of my lungs

Who is next in line to get hurt?

Who is next in line to get speared?

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