Our fingers could be made of magic
But our bank accounts are low
We're arrogant and ill behaved
But we got nowhere else to go
Our photographs could see us at parties
But our social life is slow
We're turning sour and sad, time will turn us mad
So the stars to us, don't glow
Our unity keeps the sharks at bay
But the depression keeps sinking in
We are older than our ages right now
when we play a game we can not win
We are lost in the lives we used to live
Our homes are vacant hotels
Hearts melting with the sheer despair
Dreams that can't be made with spells.
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