We can't cry the pain away, we can't find a need to stay...

There's no more rabbits in my hat to make things right...

Out of my life, out of my mind, out of the tears we can't denay,

We need to swollow all our pride and leave the mess behinde...

Out of my head, out of my bed, out of the dreams we had, there are bad,

Tell the it's me, who made you sad, tell them the fairy-tall gone bad...

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