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She lives in a fairy tale. Somewhere too far for us to find.
Forgotten the taste and smell, Of the world that she's left behind.
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her.
The angles were all wrong now,
She's ripping wings off of butterflies.

Well you built up a world of magic, Because your real life is tragic.
Yeah you built up a world of magic, If it's not real.
You can't hold it in your hand, You can't feel it with your heart.
And I won't believe it, But if it's true.
You can see it with your eyes, Even in the dark.
And that's where I want to be.

Not here.