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So your father told you once
that you were his princess.
But you won't see the castle,
and you cannot find your prince.

Now you've grown a lot,
and your dresses don't fit right.
Daddy's not a hero,
he stole your chariot.

So here you are in pieces,
trying to prove to us its real,
the softness of your smile
and the lies you want to feel.
The scales beneath your skin
are showing of today.

Theres evil in your heart
and it wants out to play.
Theres evil in your heart
and it wants out to play.
Theres evil in your heart..

And I have made a home here, for me, don't burn it down with your fantasies
And I have made a home here, for me, don't burn it down with your fantasies