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letra de practical magic - slaves of the feeling

[verse 1]
sometimes i wonder if i conjured this
i never wanted chaos, i was just playing with magic
i’ve held a séance, my dear
right after i said you were dead to me
and brought flowers to my ancestors
i tried every trick in the book to get to you
i drew a circle and sat with the vultures in a candle lit room
i was dancing naked in the pale moon
i did it all in the name of passion

[pre-chorus]
i was never chosen over anybody
and even if you drank my potion
i still i wouldn’t be the poison you pick
i know this is not what you meant
when you suggested i should bottle up my emotions
and i was not supposed to show you this
but i’m not the kind of person someone falls in love with
not without sorcery

[chorus]
i can’t cast a spell yet
i haven’t learned the witchcraft
but someday when my fingers snap
they will like me back
and they will laugh at my jokes and tell me i’m beautiful
only a witch can do that
[verse 2]
if i saw the crystal ball
i would’ve known she’d be the one you fall for
and i don’t know her that well but i assume you’re under her spell
’cause i can’t break the curse
she has your voodoo doll in her drawer
my heart breaks as she takes off her clothes
you’re bewitched by her charms and i’m still lovelorn

[pre-chorus]
i was never chosen over anybody
and even if i didn’t have th-rns
a rose by any other name wouldn’t smell as sweet
i would never be your dream girl in a world where she exists

[chorus]
i can’t cast a spell yet
i haven’t learned the witchcraft
but someday when my fingers snap
they will be down bad
and they will laugh at my jokes and tell me i’m beautiful
i bet a witch can do that

[bridge]
did you get my letters? i’ve put them in your mailbox
i sealed the envelope with melted wax
and drew hearts around your name
you never said if you wanted me to stop sending them
the church changed the locks
when they discovered i was meeting god
to talk about the pain
so we threw rocks at their windowpane
the neighbours called the cops
and i was caught with blood on my hands
i told them love is a dying art
and i was wearing my war paint
[chorus]
i can’t cast a spell yet
i haven’t learned the witchcraft
but someday when my fingers snap, i won’t be sad
and they will laugh at my jokes and tell me i’m beautiful
only a witch can do that

- slaves of the feeling

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