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She lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies

With her feet on the ground
And her head in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba da ba... So one day he found her crying Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her & the rest you can figure out But it was a trick and the clock struck 12 so is this Brick by boring brick