Oh oh it's magic, when I'm with you, oh oh it's magic, you know it's true, got a hold on you.

Never mind a world that can't see past brutality.

Oh oh it's magic, when I'm with you, oh oh it's magic, you know it's true, got a hold on you.

I love walking down the street and seeing faces and drama and happiness and sadness and dirt and cleanliness.

When you become tired of fitting in, is when you truly become yourself

I think bands, when they're on the road, they keep their sanity by developing an internal sense of humor.

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