fantasy from fantasy by lots of hands

i know a fancy tale
it comes when i hear your name
it tells me what to say
and tells me who to blame
he wore a coloured cloak
gifted by man in the sky
his brothers his side when he died
they lifted him up to you
promising that you’d be there too
his brothers his side when he died
the world keeps on telling me a lie
the world keeps on telling me a lie
the world keeps on telling me a lie
the world keeps on telling me a lie
i watched you disappear
your hand like an avalanche
to everybody else
your name doesn’t mean a thing
he wore a coloured cloak
gifted by man in the sky
his brothers his side when he died
they lifted him up to you
promising that you’d be there too
his brothers his side when he died

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