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She lives in a fairy tele 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 angle were all wrogn now.She's ripping wings off of butterflies.Keep your feet on the ground,when your heand's in the clouds.Well go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole,to bury the castle,bury the castle.Go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole,to bury the castle,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 trick and the clock struck twelve.Well make sur to build your home brick by boring brick or the wolf's gonna blow it down.Keep your feet on the groun,when your heand's in the clouds.Well go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole,to bury the castle,bury the castle.Go get your shovel and we'll dig a deep hole,to bury the castle,bury the castle.Well you built up world of magic because your real life is tragic,Yeah you built up worl of magic.If it's not real you can't hold it id your hands,your can't feel it whit your heart And I won't believe it.But if it's true you can see it whit your eyes.Oh even in the dark.And that's where i want to be,Yeah!