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I trust you know what’s in your pocket,
well, I can tell you if you please.
Some foresight, insight, hindsight, baby,
I wonder how you’ll ever sleep again.
Been seventeen for quite some time now,
I know my nails can rat me out.
Some foresight, insight, hindsight, baby,
I hope this potion’s not allowed, aloud.
I know, I know,
mana is for mages.
For all I care,
you can burn my pages.
And someday soon,
someday in the morning,
you’ll know, you’ll know
mana is for mages.
None of you can ever change my mind.