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When I was a child, my eyes were clear, I saw the good side
That's the kind of second sight that doesn't last too long
Men who you call real were really fakes who left me nothing
I've known cruel men with Christian names that taught me manners
They only saw the magic tricks, the smoke and mirrors
So now they want to clip his precious wings and bring him down
But in his heart and soul's the kind of good they can't destroy