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
I hope you're happy
I hope you're happy with your glass
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
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