Well Im out among the commons
Well Im out on the grounds
Well Im out among the saints and sinners
Well Im out to be found.
And my friend The Wizard . . .

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And The Wizard Says . . .
The colors and the lights so true,
And the words that I wish I’d used.
And That trust that I abused,
The memories they melt right through
Yeah the memories I hold of you.

At the stroke of Nine we parted,
Well we went our seperate ways,
At the edge of the forest,
The wizard, he says . . .

And The Wizard Says, yes he says,
And The Wizard Says, yes he says,

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As the sun rose up we sailed,
For the lands of ash and flame,
But along the way it failed,
And we have no one to blame.

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