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Innocents are all the children |
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Rubbing their lamps, planting their beans |
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Hoping that one day, miracles will happen |
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Never knowing what it means, what it means |
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When the sun goes down, mysteries begin |
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The fullmoon brings monsters around |
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Vampires and werewolves could now come in |
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And all the shelters could be found |
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Pride in their heart when heroes win |
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Sadness comes when they fail |
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Eyes wide open, hope within |
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Victory's like wind in the sail |
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Where have gone those wonderful stories |
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They made us fear, laugh and cry |
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We want our dreams and fantasies |
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Give us back our fairytales, our fairytales |
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Tales of hope, tales of misery |
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Tell us now, tell us the moral |
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Is there really one in every story? |
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No matters if it's good or evil |
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Pride in their heart when heroes win |
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Sadness comes when they fail |
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Eyes wide open, hope within |
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Victory's like wind in the sail |
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Where have gone those wonderful stories |
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They made us fear, laugh and cry |
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We want our dreams and fantasies |
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Give us back our fairytales, our fairytales |
