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Like a poor old cow

Has to graze all day

Just to stay alive but ends up slaughtered anyway

Man, it’s tragic

But the other hand thinks

As you rest your head

You could have new leather shoes

Delivered right to your bed

Man, that’s magic

Magic, don’t you think?

Magic, magic

Hills and hills of rubble baking under the sun

But I can take it easy with this sterile cinnabun

I feel plastic, plastic

The air is so thick out here I can’t even breathe

But I can drive further than your eyes can see

I yell, «Road trip!

Road trip!»

I bought a ticket to the show and now I can’t get a loan

Thanks to that new age millennial magic

That keeps us new age millennials free

Yes, that new age millennial magic

Oh, that’s the kind of magic for me