| I’m getting buried underneath a crumbling castle
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| While the pretty kingdom you built all falls down
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| Though once you treated me like royalty, it doesn’t mean anything
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| Now that you’ve stripped away the crown…
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| Who was that little girl who gave in so quickly
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| To the notion that a prince would make her life sound
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| And as you ride away into the West my only regret is maybe
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| I should’ve built my own damn house…
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| With you at my side I covered my eyes
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| Letting you lead me through my life and now
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| That you let me fall—maybe I’ll fly someday
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| I’ll learn to fly
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| Maybe I’ll Fly
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| I never asked what fairytales would have to offer me
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| I guess only your love and my lost Identity
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| But She’s coming up and when she finally blooms
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| Maybe She’ll be somebody’s more substantial fantasy…
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| With you at my side I covered my eyes
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| Letting you lead me through my life and now
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| That you let me fall—maybe I’ll fly someday
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| I’ll learn to fly
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| Maybe I’ll Fly
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| With you at my side I covered my eyes
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| Letting you lead me through my life and now
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| That you let me fall—maybe I’ll fly
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| And I’m free enough to decide—enough to realize
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| I don’t even like castles anyway, and now
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| That I’m free to fall, maybe I’ll fly—I'll learn to fly—Maybe I’ll fly |