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And she hard 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 back out on the road
So you found a without a king Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
But a little bit like her Youre a little bit like her Little bit like her, a little bit like
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But they were good were really good Really good
So you found a without a king Oh yes and everyone here her No one was
Youre a little bit her just a little bit like her Little bit like her, a bit like Juliet
Let the become a bridge And that bridge tomorrow Well, let the that goes between, baby Well, let it let go of the
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