| I kissed the moon and never let go of the grey the boys and girls in toy land
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| crashed and burned through ice as the snow began to fade.
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| In the moment we were shadows until the dead came out and sang to me: «What a beautiful disaster raised by the lonely and buried slowly…»
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| These sticks and stones will never break these lovely bones of mine,
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| I will live and fight for you. | 
| (Woah) It’s tearing me apart; | 
| these dreams of
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| sun and disappearing boy.
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| Dear Princess- I warrior.
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| I miss the rain." she said as the bullets come out clearer.
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| It’s ten holy ghosts and a broken mirror that only shows who we really are
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| today.
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| I can no longer feel my heartbeat.
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| In love and death we will never fade away. | 
| «Your my beautiful disaster that won’t wash away.
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| You’re my perfect storm.»
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| These sticks and stones will never break these lovely bones of mine,
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| I will live and fight for you. | 
| (Woah) It’s tearing me apart; | 
| these dreams of
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| sun and disappearing boy.
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| Dear Princess- I warrior.
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| I said too much at the moment we both drown.
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| In lies the saddest sound.
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| In our lives we were trying, in the memories we had found as we slip back into
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| the ground.
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| These sticks and stones will never break these lovely bones of mine,
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| I will live and fight for you. | 
| (Woah) It’s tearing me apart; | 
| these dreams of
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| sun and disappearing boy.
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| Dear Princess- I warrior.
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| These sticks and stones will never break these lovely bones of mine,
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| I will live and fight for you. | 
| (Woah) It’s tearing me apart; | 
| these dreams of
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| sun and disappearing boy.
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| Dear Princess- I warrior. |