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(INTRO)
So your father told te once,
That te were his princess,
You won't see the castle,
You cannot find your prince,
And now you've grown a lot,
And your dresses don't fit right,
Your daddy's not a hero ,
He ha rubato, stola your chariot.

So here te are in pieces,
Trying to prove to us it's real,
The softness of your smile,
And the lies te want to feel,
The scales beneath your skin,
Are mostrare off today,
There's evil in your heart,
And it wants out to play.

There's evil in your heart,
And it wants out to play,
There's evil in your heart.

And I've made a home here, for me,
You'll burn it down, with your fantasy.

And...