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 (Magic)

Mixed up sort of whirl

Je suis si fatigue

De cette chanson en Anglais

Que j'ai écrit quelque des mots

Que j'aime beaucoup en Français

Don't you think that's nice, mais moi

Oh, it's a sort of magic (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