Magic

Is it me
Or are we guaranteed to die
And if so why are you so uptight
Sit back and relax look deeply at the light
And just like magic
Shoot an apple off of my head
«gunna get ya feeling' again»
It’ll be alright in the end
Can you go
Where you been
If you don’t know the way
They ask questions that aren’t even worth the space and time
They occupy
Feed me another line
And just like magic
Shoot an apple off of my head
Cause I’ve «gone to get cha feelin again»
It’ll be alright in the end
Hey mr marmalade turn in all the papers
Respectably I’d like to back home soon
Hey mr marmalade I think I’ve earned it
I’m a «band leader»
Don’t feed her magic
Shoot an apple into her head
Won’t turn her on her side in the bed
It’ll be alright in the end
It’ll be alright
And just like magic
(just like magic, ahh
Just like magic, ahh
Just like magic, ahh
just like magic)