| Lyrics: | Now won't you listen to the word wizard,
Watch him open up his gizzard,
Every secret he has
he's only told the world so far.
Don't you think that boy would be embarrassed,
Find
himself hassled or some what harassed,
Cause he shows of his wounds before they turn to
scars.
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But when he comes home he brings me stories,
He made up especially
for me.
A little bit of low down, a little bit of glory oh,
The choice is simple, I can
scold him,
Give him a smile or simply hold him
Somehow it seems, I never ever told him
no
Watch him work, he leaves each hartfull,
Shovels it out there by the
careful.
He's so artless it's almost artful as he as he strings them along.
Takes you
down, gets you cryin,
Sets you high, gets you flyin.
It's not the truth but it's not quite
lying,
As he sings his song.
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