She lives in a fairy tale Somewhere too far for us to find Forgotten the taste and smell Of a world that she's left behind It's all about the exposure the lens I told her the angles were all wrong Now she's ripping wings off of butterflies Keep your feet on the ground When your head's in the clouds Well, go get your shovel And we'll dig a deep hole To bury the castle, bury the castle Go get your shovel And we'll dig a deep hole To bury the castle, bury the castle Pa ra pa pa ra pa pa ra So one day, he found her crying Coiled up on the dirty ground Her prince finally came to save her And the rest you can figure out But it was a trick and the clock struck twelve Well, make sure to build your home brick by boring brick Or the wolf's gonna blow it down Keep your feet on the ground When your head's in the clouds Well, go get your shovel And we'll dig a deep hole To bury the castle, bury the castle Go get your shovel And we'll dig a deep hole We'll bury the castle, bury the castle Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh Well, you built up a world of magic Because your real life is tragic Yeah, you built up a world of magic If it's not real You can't hold it in your hands You can't feel it with your heart And I won't believe it But if it's true You can see it with your eyes Oh, even in the dark And that's where I want to be, yeah Go get your shovel (you'll be better of without me) And we'll dig a deep hole To bury the castle, bury the castle Go get your shovel (you'll be better of without me) And we'll dig a deep hole To bury the castle, bury the castle Pa ra pa pa ra pa pa ra Pa ra pa pa pa ra pa pa Pa ra pa pa ra pa pa ra Pa ra pa pa pa ra pa pa
O áudio não capta o pessoal que tá assistindo, focam na banda (o que é raro, a maioria dos shows transmitidos o áudio é uma bosta). Mas o público tá cantando TÃO alto nesse show que dá pra ouvir o coro. Ainda mais na música "Ain't it fun", a galera cantou pra carambaaa! Não acredito que eu perdi mais um show.
