A princess was invited to an island
A king?s castle in
Annie, I hope things line up for you
All in a
If I gave you the sky, if I laid down
It's as if we're tracing some familiar fault line
Running down
I can tell, by the way you're pushing crumbs around
Depends on where you're sitting
On the company you keep
Comfortable or
All things being equal, her beauty was not her fault
And
I am not a child now
I can take care of
Never was a world I couldn't sing into place until
She'll never know what I know
You can dress her up,
It would take a wide net to drag that deep
Through
Every twenty seconds
Someone's pounding someone down
Every thirty more a liar's
It's the little failures every day that take you far
If I knew what I was after
I'd remember where I'd
I don't know what you expected
I don't know what else
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