He says he looks in the mirror
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And he can't tell anymore
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Who he really is and who they believe him to be
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He says he walks a thin line
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Between what is and what could be
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And he's getting closer to something he can't understand
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But there's a crack in his plastic crown
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And his throne of ice is melting
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He climbed his ladder, there was nothing there
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Now it's a long way down
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It's a long way down
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On and on and on he goes dancing on the grave
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Of what he thought was still alive
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On and on and on he goes, dancing in mansions made of twigs
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And castles made of sand
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He says his head is filled with cartoons and fairytales
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He's trapped inside a dungeon of dolls with smiles on their faces
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He's built a pretty cage
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It shows on a beautiful stage
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With candy-coated prison bars and chains that look like jewellery
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'Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
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And his throne of ice is melting
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He climbed his ladder, there was nothing there
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Now it's a long way down
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On and on and on he goes dancing on the grave
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Of what he thought was still alive
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On and on and on he goes, dancing in mansions made of twigs
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And castles made of sand
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On and on and on and on he goes, on and on
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On and on and on and on he goes, on and on
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'Cause he lives inside of fairytales and castles now
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And there's room inside for false expectations and illusions
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'Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
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And his throne of ice is melting
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He climbed his ladder, there was nothing there
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Now it's a long way down
|
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It's a long way down
|
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On and on and on he goes dancing on the grave
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Of what he thought was still alive
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On and on and on he goes, dancing in mansions made of twigs
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And castles made of sand
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On and on and on and on he goes, on and on
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On and on and on and on he goes, on and on
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