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Fantasy is keeping me alive Laying me down, my thoughts have wings like butterflies Fictional healing, realized Ooh, ooh He was an oak tree shading my ground Constant as leaves turning wind into sound I loved him once, but God turned her notice in So I travelled south just to kiss the sun with skin Fear tastes like berries stained on your mouth The cure sounds like angels singing above I touched fate once, it was swaying in the wind And it told me, "Baby, your will can never win" Fantasy is keeping me alive Laying me down, my thoughts havе wings like butterflies Fictional hеaling, realized Ooh, ooh Fantasy is keeping me alive Down, my thoughts have wings like butterflies (My thoughts have wings like butterflies) Ooh, ooh I touched fate once, it was swaying in the wind And it told me, "Baby, your will can never win" From Letras Mania