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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 together some You get some ribbons and bows And get back out on the road
So you found a without a king Oh yes and here loved 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 were They really good Really stranger
So you found a queen without a Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
a little bit like her Youre just a bit like her Little bit like her, a bit like Juliet
Let the crisis become a And cross bridge tomorrow Well, let the time goes between, baby Well, let it let go of the
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