| Innocents are all the children
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| Rubbing their lamps, planting their beans
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| Hoping that one day, miracles will happen
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| Never knowing what it means, what it means
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| When the sun goes down, mysteries begin
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| The fullmoon brings monsters around
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| Vampires and werewolves could now come in
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| And all the shelters could be found
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| Pride in their heart when heroes win
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| Sadness comes when they fail
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| Eyes wide open, hope within
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| Victory’s like wind in the sail
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| Where have gone those wonderful stories
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| They made us fear, laugh and cry
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| We want our dreams and fantasies
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| Give us back our fairytales, our fairytales
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| Tales of hope, tales of misery
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| Tell us now, tell us the moral
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| Is there really one in every story?
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| No matters if it’s good or evil
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| Pride in their heart when heroes win
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| Sadness comes when they fail
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| Eyes wide open, hope within
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| Victory’s like wind in the sail
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| Where have gone those wonderful stories
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| They made us fear, laugh and cry
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| We want our dreams and fantasies
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| Give us back our fairytales, our fairytales |