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He's a very smart prince |
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He's a Prince who prepares |
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Knowing this time I'd run from him |
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He spread pitch on the stairs |
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I was caught unawares |
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And I thought, well, he cares |
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This is more than just malice |
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Better stop and take stock |
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While you're standing here stuck |
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On the steps of the palace |
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You think, what do you want? |
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You think, make a decision |
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Why not stay and be caught? |
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You think, well, it's a thought |
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What would be his response? |
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But then what if he knew |
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Who you were when you know |
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That you're not what he thinks |
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That he wants? |
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And then what if you are |
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What a prince would envision? |
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Although how can you know |
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Who you are till you know |
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What you want, which you don't? |
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So then which do you pick |
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Where you're safe, out of sight |
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And yourself, but where every thing's wrong? |
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Or where every thing's right |
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And you know that you'll never belong? |
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And whichever you pick |
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Do it quick |
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'Cause you're starting to stick |
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To the steps of the palace |
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It's your first big decision |
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The choice isn't easy to make |
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To arrive at a ball |
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Is exciting and all |
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Once you're there, though, it's scary |
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And it's fun to deceive |
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When you know you can leave |
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But you have to be wary |
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There's a lot that's at stake |
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But you've stalled long enough |
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'Cause you're still standing stuck |
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In the stuff on the steps |
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Better run along home |
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And avoid the collision |
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Even though they don't care |
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You'll be better off there |
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Where there's nothing to choose |
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So there's nothing to lose |
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So you pry up your shoes |
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Then from out of the blue |
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And without any guide |
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You know what your decision is |
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Which is not to decide |
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You'll just leave him a clue |
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For example, a shoe |
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And then see what he'll do |
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Now it's he and not you |
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Who is stuck with a shoe |
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In a stew, In the goo |
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And you've learned something, too |
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Something you never knew |
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On the steps of the palace |