Magic Girl
My friend is waiting for the train that'll take him home.
He sleeps with everything he remembers, yet still is alone.
He came and told me today that he thinks his time has come.
He wanted me to sing this song to say goodbye to everyone.
'Can you see her?' he asked me today.
'I can hear her, and she says I can't stay.'
I'm sorry but I must go with this magic girl.'
My friend called me up just yesterday: he decided to stay.
But he says the magic girl still comes to take him away.
I told him, 'Maybe you need help from somebody else.'
He says, 'It takes more than a lifetime for people to come out of their shells.'
'I still see her,' he told me again.
'I still hear her and she says she's my friend.'
I don't want to go with the magic girl.'
'Scarlet wind and haze fall upon my face,' he said
'If you saw my dreams, are they all they seem, or am I delirious as they say'
'The magic girl descends with my dead best friends, she seems so inviting.'
'I can hear her speak, though it seems so weak, I don't think I can deny it.'
And that was all I heard, though I'm still unsure that he is really dead and gone.
Now that he is unfurled to the natural world, is that magic girl I see?
I can't believe it's time for me. Is that the magic girl I see?
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