| The smell of a candle
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| Freshly blown out
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| The light of the clock
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| Shines on my skin
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| Like a sickly green moonlight
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| On a pale white day’s decay
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| I try to wipe you from my memory
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| But your face won’t fade away
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| Another boy kissed me today
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| I laughed in his mouth
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| It’s not funny that I’m not kissing you
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| I’m not laughing because we fell through
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| It’s the stories they told us when we were younger about life and love
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| How our happiness lies in the hands of another
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| Who’d fly in on the wings of a dove
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| Well that’s the way the fairy tale goes
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| Boy meets girl and they wed with roses
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| But that’s not the way it seems to be
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| And I’m pissed that they lied to me
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| Cuz boy meets boy and boy runs away
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| Or girl meets girl and she’s afraid to stay
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| We end up home alone watching court tv
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| Not living ever after happily
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| You’re right
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| You are prince charming
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| Onto the next princess when he’s bored with the last
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| He’s the hero of every story
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| He’s got his chapter in every girl’s book
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| He walks away with all the honor and glory
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| But I wonder what else he took
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| Goodbye, prince charming
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| And drown sleeping beauty
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| Shove Cinderella’s slipper where the sun don’t shine
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| Toss the little mermaid back out to sea
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| Cuz the fairy godmother had to perform another abortion today
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| And the seven dwarves live in the forest, of course, cuz they were driven away
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| But this part of the story could spark a cultural rage
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| So at the sound of the tone we just turn the page
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| Starting today
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| We’ll tell the story my way
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| The king of imperfection
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| Takes back the prince of mistakes |