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He says and looks in the mirror
And he can't tell anymore
Who he really is and who they believe him to be,
And he says he walks a thin line
Between what is and what could be,
And he's getting closer
To something he can't understand.
'Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting.
He climbed his ladder,
There was nothing there,
Now it's a long way down.
'Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive,
And on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs,
And castles made of sand.
He says his head is filled with
Cartoons and fairy tales,
And he's trapped inside a dungeon of dolls
With smiles on their faces.
He's built a pretty cage.
His show's on a beautiful stage,
With candy coated prison bars
And chains that look like jewelry.
'Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting.
He climbed his ladder,
There was nothing there,
Now it's a long way down.
'Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive,
And on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs,
And castles made of sand.
'Cause he lives inside
Fairy tales and castle nows,
And there's room inside
For false expectations and illusions.
There's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting.
He climbed his ladder,
There was nothing there,
Now it's a long way down,
It's a long way down.
On and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive.
Hey, on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs,
And castles made of sand,
'Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive.
Hey, on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs,
And castles made of sand,
'Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
('Cause on and on and on he goes)
Of what he thought was still alive,
'Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs,
And castles made of sand.
He says and looks in the mirror
And he can't tell anymore
Who he really is and who they believe him to be,
And he says he walks a thin line
Between what is and what could be,
And he's getting closer
To something he can't understand.
'Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting.
He climbed his ladder,
There was nothing there,
Now it's a long way down.
'Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive,
And on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs,
And castles made of sand.
He says his head is filled with
Cartoons and fairy tales,
And he's trapped inside a dungeon of dolls
With smiles on their faces.
He's built a pretty cage.
His show's on a beautiful stage,
With candy coated prison bars
And chains that look like jewelry.
'Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting.
He climbed his ladder,
There was nothing there,
Now it's a long way down.
'Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive,
And on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs,
And castles made of sand.
'Cause he lives inside
Fairy tales and castle nows,
And there's room inside
For false expectations and illusions.
There's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting.
He climbed his ladder,
There was nothing there,
Now it's a long way down,
It's a long way down.
On and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive.
Hey, on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs,
And castles made of sand,
'Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive.
Hey, on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs,
And castles made of sand,
'Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
('Cause on and on and on he goes)
Of what he thought was still alive,
'Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs,
And castles made of sand.