it's a sort of magic

i laughed until i cried

and then i cried myself to sleep

and then i slept until i woke

and when i woke

i found the joke

didn't seem to be quite so funny

i love myself to hate

hate myself to love

'cause when i love

i lose myself and when i find

that i am lost

i hate myself

for being weak inside

oh

it's a sort of magic

mixed up sort of whirl

je suis si fatigue

de cette chanson en anglais

que j'ai ecrit quelque des mots

que j'aime beaucoup en francais

don't you think that's nice

mais moi

oh

it's a sort of magic

mixed up kind of whirl

i love myself to hate

hate myself to love

'cause when i love

i lose myself and when i find

that i am lost

i hate myself