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Will you make me some magic with your own two hands?
Can you build an Emerald city with these grains of sand?
Can you give me something I can take home?

Will you cater to every fantasy I've got?
Will ya hose me down with holy water - If I get too hot?
Will you take me to places I'll never know?

After a while you'll forget everything,
Just a brief interlude, and a mid-summer night's fling,
Then you'll see that it's time to move on.

I know the territory - I've been around,
It'll all turn to dust and we'll all fall down,
Sooner or later you'll be screwing around.