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Look, there’s no simple spell for this, no easy map
through this,
No flawless team strategy, no clear instructions on the
kick flip that,
Safely forever. Looking through the book of spells I see
you crawling
Out of my grip, flying into walls, charging up the trail
Ahead, stage diver, the Asbirin video, the sharp boy with
the cards,
The point guard, my boy. Well, we’ve gone up against each
other before,
I’ve guarded you down the court so many times, so much
fun.
And in the end you learned to beat me cleanly.
Okay, so you’re a skate punk rocker now, there’s a
shocker,
And okay, you’ve got things to do far from home. It’s to
be
Expected, man. There’s no simple wizardry here to bring
us through this.
But you are my man, I put a spell on you because you’re
mine,
As the old old song says, but you know what? You’re not
mine
Ultimately, and you will make your way. You are the man
And you will be the man, and I am at courtside, cheering,
Always, in my heart, no matter what I have to say.