It ends here. It ends tonight.
I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one to sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
I was a dreamer before you came along
then someone came a blew reality in my face
Now it's too late for you
And your White Horse, to come around
Baby I was naive,
Got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance
I had so many dreams
About you and me
Happy endings
Now I know
That I got on the Love train sometime ago
But I got off it a very long, long, long time ago.
You're one year too late
my prince, my knight.
One year
Too many heartaces
Too many tears
Too many scared
Too late....
I´m not the one you'll sweep off her feet.
So it ends here tonight.
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