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,
So one day he found her crying coiled up on the dirty ground, her prince finally came to save her and the rest you can figure out.
But it was a trick, and the clock struck twelve.
Well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick or the wolves gonna blow it down.
Well you built up a world of magic, cause your real life is tragic. Yeah you built up a world of magic, If it's not real,
You can't see it with your eyes, you can't feel it with your heart. And I won't believe it cause if it's true, you can see it with your eyes, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be.
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