No Magic from Rodeo by John Fonvielle

There’s no magic pill
That will save what we had
When I think about you
It just makes me sad
So, call your friends, call your family
Maybe they’ll understand
What I can’t

All the ships lost at sea
Just like me
Try to float
Do you think about me?
Your sunk dream boat?
So, call your friends call your family
Maybe they’ll find a way, to say
What I can’t

Refrain:
Do you dream of fields far away?
Of places I’ll never go?
Did you leave me with anything at all?
You’ll never know

There’s no magic spell
That will tell us what to do
If you think about it
You’ll find that it’s true
Call my friends call my family
Maybe they’ll show you how
To feel what I can’t

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