| Everyone envies the life of a princess
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| But no one knows how cold it gets
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| Inside a stone castle, especially at night
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| When the servants go home and the fire dies
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| And way beyond the drawbridge
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| The lights flicker brightly
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| Down in the pubs of the town
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| And she pictures the dance, she imagines the song
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| And the stairs to her chamber have never seemed longer
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| And i
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| Will fight my battles in person
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| But i will not be crippled
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| By dreams that have withered and died
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| When nobody was watching
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| I will not be crippled by dreams
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| On the banks of the river clyde
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| Lies the wreckage of a boat
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| Her bow ground away by the waves
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| She was carrying sugar is how the tale goes
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| When her sweetness was lost to the deep blue below
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| And i
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| Will fight my battles in person
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| But i will not be crippled
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| By dreams that have withered and died
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| When nobody was watching
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| I will not be crippled by dreams
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| I know too many places and too many faces
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| And too many ways to say goodbye
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| When you’re one part water and two parts air
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| You run into the danger that you could disappear
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| And i
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| Will fight my battles in person
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| But i will not be crippled
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| By dreams that have withered and died
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| When nobody was watching
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| I will not be crippled by dreams |