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And she hard to tell this story But its a hard one to She consults her book of
Cry and the wind fly on Well, now on your own Youre out on the road again for a million reasons Well, youre back out on the again
And you try to tie together some You get some and some bows And get back out on the again
So you found a without a king Oh yes and here loved her No one was
But a little bit like her Youre just a bit like her Little bit like her, a bit like Juliet
Turn to the crystal mirror well as always it is truthful Oh, well you see it in the reflection of the real blue tie the connection get some ribbons and some bows And get out on the road
But when they were They were really good stranger
So you a queen without a king Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
Youre a bit like her Youre a little bit like her Little bit her, a little bit like Juliet
Let the crisis become a And cross bridge tomorrow Well, let the that goes between, baby Well, let it let go of the
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