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Magic Has Its Limits
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Folk
Magic Has Its Limits was released on October 19, 2025 by Nocturne Reign as a part of the album Magic Has Its Limits - Single
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Release DateOctober 19, 2025
LabelNocturne Reign
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM155

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tora Nightthorn
Tora Nightthorn
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Toroczkai Aliona
Toroczkai Aliona
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tora Nightthorn
Tora Nightthorn
Producer

Lyrics

I can fly across the moon
Turn the night to afternoon
Summon fire call the rain
But the dishes still remain
I can summon midnight storms
Shapeshift into forty forms
I can curse I can bless
But my kitchen's still a mess
Abra-ca-dabra!why's the sink still full
Zap shazam!laundry's are so dull
I can charm the stars I can bend the sky
But the broom just stares it won't even try
Abra-ca-dabra!why's the floor so stained
Zap shazam!nothing ever's gained
I can charm the sun I can freeze the night
Yet the chores remain though I cast with might
I can levitate a chair
Turn your boyfriend to a bear
Make a cauldron sing in tune
But my bed's not made by noon
I can whisper to the dead
Read your future while in bed
Brew a potion shift a face
But I still must sweep this place
Abra-ca-dabra!dishes in the sink
Zap shazam!they still really stink
I can stop the clocks I can curse the king
But magic can't fold one darn little thing
Abra-ca-dabra!dust is on the floor
Zap shazam!it just grows some more
I can charm the night I can make it snow
But the dirty socksthey refuse to go
I can ride the wind with ease
Talk to goblins charm the bees
Open portals bend the laws
Still I'm stuck with socks and bras
I can conjure seven gnomes
Haunt a hundred haunted homes
Summon demons make them dance
But I still wash pants by hand
Abra-ca-dabra!dust upon the shelves
Zap shazam!spoons won't wash themselves
I can tame the wolf I can talk to crows
But the laundry pile just grows and grows
Abra-ca-dabra!mop you lazy stick
Zap shazam!why's the floor so slick
I can fly through storms I can ride the skies
But my lousy oven makes just charcoal fries
I can hex a nasty king
Make the church bell never ring
I can fly I can glow
But the garbage still won't go
I can call the dragon queen
Paint the forest emerald green
Trap a nightmare in a jar
But I still can't fix my car
Oh I'd swap my magic wand
For a mop that scrubs the pond
And I'd trade my crystal ball
For a spell that cleans it all
Bibbidi-bidi-bidoo
Scrub this pot I beg of you
Wiggly-waggly sweep that rug
Scribbly-scrabbly scrub that mug
Magic's grand but here's the catch
Spells don't clean the bacon patch
Abra-ca-dabra!rise my broom of doom
Zap shazam!chase the dust and gloom
I can call the dead I can haunt the night
But my socks still vanish out of sight
Abra-ca-dabra!mop this filthy floor
Zap shazam!make it shine once more
If I had one spell I'd cast it today
To make the mess just fade away
All my power all my might
Can charm the stars and rule the night
But when the dust and dishes land
I still must clean them
By my hand
Written by: Toroczkai Aliona
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