I hear a swarm of bees
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They are in my wet hair
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They are inside me, under my skin
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In my lungs
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I'll hold my breath as if in front of the icons
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Became a tear, eyes cry honey
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This is not a fairy tale, but life
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And you are not my prince, you are a fucking sadist
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This is not a fairy tale, but life
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And you are not my prince, you are a fucking sadist
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Your rivers flow into another
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So many icons, why is it so cold
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Lips burn swallowing tears
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Lungs inhaled wet hair
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Be humble, pretend you're not afraid
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He is like a former impudent, dirty, under a righteous mask
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This is not a fairy tale, but life
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And you are not my prince, you are a fucking sadist
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This is not a fairy tale, but life
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And you are not my prince, you are a fucking sadist
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If you want - run, if it hurts - scream
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Don't be silent, don't be silent
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If you want - run, if it hurts - scream
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Don't be silent, don't be silent
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You are not a prince, you are not a prince
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You are not a prince, you are not a prince
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You are not a prince, you are not a prince
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You are a fucking sadist
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You are not a prince, you are not a prince
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You are not a prince, you are not a prince
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You are not a prince, you are not a prince |