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;

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