Open up the fairy tale book
And my glass eyes don't mirror
Turquoise flamingos
Are floating on the neon river
And I wish I was free
To be what I wanna be
I wish I was free
To be what I wanna be
Capsized mind, broken ties
Paper made of butterflies
The lens can see right through my drowning eyes
And I find a place
Under the shade of the sun
I waste the days
Thinking of what I could have done
And I wish I was free
To be what I wanna be
I wish I was free
To be what I wanna be
I wish I was free
To be what I wanna be
I'm sailing again
I'm sailing again
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Do you need a bag with that sir?
Um, that'll be £32.67 please
I'll give you this instead boy
Um, what's that?
It's a Pentagon
So kind of shape?
What's that?
It's a Pentagon, some kind of shape
What's that?
It's a Pentagon, some kind of shape
What's that?
It's a Pentagon, some kind of shape
What's that?
It's a Pentagon, some kind of shape