| Oh, ooh, oh
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| High up in a chamber
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| She painted pictures of the man that made her
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| Shadowed by a clock face
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| The hands were rusted at the time she came in
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| When she played outside
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| She saw the birds, so high
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| But she made a wish
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| To grow, one day, her own pair of wings
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| She sailed long from the fall
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| To find herself in the world
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| When in the wind, she heard a burning call
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| And so she followed it and came ashore
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| On the beach with a crowd all waiting here for you
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| Then a voice said, «It was true
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| We all prayed for a princess
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| You’re the one, heaven sent»
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| High up in the chamber
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| She painted pictures of the man that made her
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| Just to remember
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| Before the memory got lost in the dark
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| Shadowed by a clock face
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| The hands were rusted at the time she came in
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| Though she shrugged the passing of the days
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| Eternally a child she would remain
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| But while she flies like the wind
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| The air escaped into silence
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| She woke up laying on a gilded bed
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| With half a dozen maids around her
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| «We're keeping you safe in a tall place
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| Where you can see all imagining for miles
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| By God’s decree
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| Hail to the girl, our Queen»
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| As the nights ran
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| Together blurring into years
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| Her brush strokes never disappeared
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| High up in the chamber
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| She painted pictures of the man that made her
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| Just to remember
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| Before the memory got lost in the dark
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| Oh, ooh, oh
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| Shadowed by a clock face
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| The hands were rusted at the time she came in
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| Though she shrugged the passing of the days
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| Eternally a child she would remain
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| Until one day when the clatter rang through the hills
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| the smashed open windowsill
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| A feather high in the air
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| And the once-stopped clock was ticking on |