Prefab Sprout
The Old Magician
The old magician takes the stageHis act has not improved with ageObserve the shabby hat and glovesThe tired act that no-one lovesThere was a time he produced dovesA mirror and a puff of smokeHis mysteries are now a jokeHis poor assistant black and blueShe's tired of being sawn in twoShe's tired of being sawn in twoHidden trapdoor, velvet capeStill, from death there's no escapeWords of sympathy and tactOnly underline the factDeath is a lousy disappearing actLord have mercy and be kindWhen our faculties unwindOverlook the hat and glovesThe tired act that no-one lovesThere was a time we produced dovesOverlook the hat and glovesThe tired act that no-one lovesSongtexteThere was a time we produced dovesThe old magician takes the stageWith sleight of hand he’ll disengageAs dignified as you’ll allowHe’ll take his last, his final bowHe’s lost all his illusions nowAs dignified as you’ll allowHe’ll take one last, one final bowHe’s lost all his illusions now
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