| There was a girl who lived in london town
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| The scenes and sounds they’d only bring her down
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| She had polka dots and rubies in her dreams
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| And French fantasy’s on cinema screen
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| And she’d knew from the finish to the start
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| It was about to fall apart
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| Thanks to cupid lazy dart
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| But wouldn’t it be sweet if she could die from a broken heart
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| There was a boy who lived inside his head
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| He couldn’t face the world so he turned his back instead
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| He couldn’t see in front of his eyes
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| His fantasy of outlaws had him hypnotised
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| And he knew from the finish to the start
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| It was about to fall apart
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| Thanks to cupid lazy dart
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| But wouldn’t it be sweet if he could die from a broken heart
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| O behold his golden wings
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| Behold his golden wings
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| I’ll be holding his bronze bow
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| I’ll be holding his bronze bow
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| Took a new hit with his silver arrow
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| Took a new with his silver arrow
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| As his glitter feathers glow
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| And there was a boy and girl who fell in love
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| They both were in love with the stars and sky above
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| But Cinderella’s cigarettes and scenes from the past
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| Were chasing them too fast for this love to ever last
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| And they knew from the finish to the start
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| It was about to fall apart
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| Thanks to cupids lazy dart
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| But wouldn’t it be sweet if they died of a broken heart
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| Hearrttttt x4 |