| When will the princess figure it out
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| She ain’t worth saving
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| Heavy the head that bears the crown
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| Of my mistaken, apathy for sympathy
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| I was never good enough to be anything but remedy
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| To all of your constant pressing needs
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| And I never learned, so
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| I painted a picture of the things I wanted most
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| To color in the darker side of all my brightest hopes
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| But there’s a monster standing where you should be
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| So I’ll paint you wings
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| And I’ll set you free
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| Yeah
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| I was a pawn in all of your plans, you kept me busy
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| Locked behind your chamber doors when you felt frisky
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| Until you got sick of me
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| I was never good enough to be anything but remedy
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| To all of your constant pressing needs
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| And I never learned, so
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| I painted a picture of the things I wanted most
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| To color in the darker side of all my brightest hopes
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| But there’s a monster standing where you should be
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| So I’ll paint you wings
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| And I’ll set you free
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| When will the princess figure it out
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| She ain’t worth saving
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| When will the world get over all her misbehaving?
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| Will we ever learn?
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| I painted a picture of the things I wanted most
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| To color in the darker side of all my brightest hopes
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| But there’s a monster standing where you should be
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| So I’ll paint you wings
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| And I’ll set you free
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| (She can fly away)
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| I painted a picture of the things I wanted most
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| To color in the darker side of all my brightest hopes
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| But there’s a monster standing where you should be
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| So I’ll paint you wings
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| And I’ll set you free
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| She can fly away |