Some people would say
To accept their fate
Well, if this is fate
Then we'll find a way to cheat
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A paper crown, and a heart made of glass.
A tattered gown, and her kingdom of ash.
I thank God every day
That I woke up feelin' this way
And I can't help lovin' myself
