I wrote this for you
Because I'm some kind of fool
Who wanders through empty avenues
And wonders where the next fight's at
There's nothing new under the sun?
I'll take that gamble--now...
What's your wager sir? Okay,
I too bet my fingers, toes.
You may be bored, like I was, and jaded,
Maybe the sun still rises and sets
Just where it should, but
I'll have you know this one thing,
There's something magic in this town
And you'll see it too, sir,
One of these fine days
If you're lucky.














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