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You didn't know me when I was young
I was a happy kid
I wouldn't say I was beautiful
I tried to be
That was my hope, I guess
Must have been all those movies in that romantic period
Ya gotta make magic
Magic out of tragic
We are the sunshine that defines the moon
It takes a long time for the stars to get here
Don't wanna miss it in your dressing room
Ya gotta make lightning
Lighting out of thunder
Without plundering your god-given gifts
If you wanna make magic
Magic out of tragic
I've a hankering, hankering to do this
So when they tell you
Tell you that you're able
Yeah, when they tell you
Tell you that you can
Still ya gotta make magic
Or you shouldn't even be here
Wasting the precious
Precious time at hand
Ya gotta make roses
Roses out of bushes
Keeping the thorns
To then protect yourself
But at the same time
Act as if it's nothing
As you obliterate everybody else
So when they tell you
Tell you that you're able
Yeah, when they tell you
Tell you that you can
Still ya gotta make magic
Or you might as well be somewhere else
Folding up napkins or stacking up shelves
What is this feeling that's haunting me at all times?
And takes control when the light hits my face
I don't know why I have to conquer all of mankind
Is it to make the world a better place?
Or am I simply cast under a spell?
The harvest moon, the misty valley's wishing well
My mother warned me about Broadway's light
But now I'm here, and I have never ever felt so right!
Yeah, ya gotta do it!
Yeah, ya gotta do it!
Ya gotta make magic
Magic out of tragic
We are the sunshine that defines the moon
It takes a long time for the stars to get here
Don't wanna miss it in your dressing room
So when they tell you, tell you that you're able
Yeah, when they tell you, tell you that you can
Still ya gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta make magic
Or you shouldn't even be here
Wasting the precious
Wasting the precious
Wasting the precious
Precious time at hand
Precious time at hand
Precious time at hand