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And she tries to tell this story But its a hard one to She her book of miracles
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And you try to tie some connections You get ribbons and some bows And get out on the road again
So you found a without a king Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
But youre a little bit her Youre just a little bit her Little bit like her, a little bit Juliet
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But when they good They were really good stranger
So you found a queen a king Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
a little bit like her Youre just a little bit her Little bit like her, a little bit Juliet
Let the become a bridge And cross that bridge Well, let the time that between, baby Well, let it let go of the
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