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It was a fairy tale |
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That I heard you tell |
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To a friend afraid of living |
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But this fairy tale |
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Helped our friend to follow |
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where his heart would lead him |
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He was close to dying |
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But he survived |
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Stolen was the naive lightness though |
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That exists in those of us |
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who have never been anything but alive. |
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Fairy tales are blessed with happy endings |
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What does it take to live happily ever after? |
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Left here with our everyday lives |
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We're watching another story drifting by |
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We should all have a little white fairy tale lie |
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He's not gone. No he's here. And he tries to cope. |
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He's not gone. No he's here. Guess there is still hope. |
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Fairy tales are blessed with happy endings |
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What does it take to live happily ever after? |
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Left here with our everyday lives |
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We're watching another story drifting by |
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We should all have a little white fairy tale lie |
