| The waves are breaking on the wall
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| The queen of roses spreads her arms to fly, she falls
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| If I had wings, I’d cut them down
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| Live without these dreams so I could learn to love the ground
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| 'Cause I wanna live inside the world
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| I wanna act like a real girl
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| I wanna know I’m not alone
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| And the dreams are not my home
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| The future is like a ringing bell
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| The road to good intentions wanders all the way through hell
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| The note that hangs in the gilded hall
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| The clanging of my empty rooms, I could learn to love them all
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| 'Cause I wanna live inside the world
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| I wanna act like a real girl
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| I wanna know I’m not alone
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| And the dreams are not my home
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| The waves are breaking like they do
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| The spires of churches are the last place to enjoy the view
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| If I had wings, I’d use them now
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| I could follow you, then hope someone would pull me down
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| 'Cause I wanna live inside the world
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| I wanna act like a real girl
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| I wanna know I’m not alone
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| And the dreams are not my
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| Dreams are not my
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| Dreams are not my home
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| (Dreams are not my home) |