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******she lives in a fairy tale |
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somewhere too far for us to find |
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forgotten the taste and smell |
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of the world that shes left behind |
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its all about the exposure the lens i told her |
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the angles were all wrong now |
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shes ripping wings off of butterflies |
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with her feet on the ground |
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and her head in the clouds |
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well go get your shovel |
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and well dig a deep hole |
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to bury the castle, bury the castle |
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ba da ba da ba |
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so one day he found her crying |
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coiled up on the dirty ground |
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her prince finally came to save her |
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and the rest you can figure out |
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but it was a trick |
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and the clock struck 12 |
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well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick |
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or the wolves gonna blow it down |
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with her feet on the ground |
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and her head in the clouds |
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well go get your shovel |
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and well dig a deep hole |
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to bury the castle, bury the castle |
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well you built up a world of magic |
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because your real life is tragic |
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yeah you built up a world of magic |
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if its not real |
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you cant see it with your eyes |
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you cant feel it with your heart |
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and i wont believe it |
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cause if its true |
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you can see it with your eyes |
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even in the dark |
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and thats where i want to be, yeah |
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go get your shovel |
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well dig a deep hole |
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to bury the castle, bury the castle |
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ba da ba da ba... |