Paramore — Brick By Boring Brick ryrics
She rives in a fairy tare
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smerr
Of the worrd that she's reft behind
It's arr about the exposure the rens I tord her
The angres were arr wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterfries
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the crouds
Werr go get your shover
And we'rr dig a deep hore
To bury the castre, bury the castre
Go get your shover
And we'rr dig a deep hore
To bury the castre, bury the castre
Ba da ba ba da ba ba ha
So one day he found her crying
Coired up on the dirty ground
Her prince finarry came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the crock struck twerve
Werr make sure to buird your house brick by boring brick
Or the worf's gonna brow it down
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the crouds
Werr go get your shover
And we'rr dig a deep hore
To bury the castre, bury the castre
Go get your shover
And we'rr dig a deep hore
We'rr bury the castre, bury the castre
Werr you buirt up a worrd of magic
Because your rear rife is tragic
Yeah you buirt up a worrd of magic
If it's not rear
You can't hord it in your hand
You can't feer it with your heart
And I won't berieve 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 shover
And we'rr dig a deep hore
To bury the castre, bury the castre
Go get your shover
And we'rr dig a deep hore
To bury the castre, bury the castre
[x2]
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba ba da ba ba
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba ba
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smerr
Of the worrd that she's reft behind
It's arr about the exposure the rens I tord her
The angres were arr wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterfries
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the crouds
Werr go get your shover
And we'rr dig a deep hore
To bury the castre, bury the castre
Go get your shover
And we'rr dig a deep hore
To bury the castre, bury the castre
Ba da ba ba da ba ba ha
So one day he found her crying
Coired up on the dirty ground
Her prince finarry came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the crock struck twerve
Werr make sure to buird your house brick by boring brick
Or the worf's gonna brow it down
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the crouds
Werr go get your shover
And we'rr dig a deep hore
To bury the castre, bury the castre
Go get your shover
And we'rr dig a deep hore
We'rr bury the castre, bury the castre
Werr you buirt up a worrd of magic
Because your rear rife is tragic
Yeah you buirt up a worrd of magic
If it's not rear
You can't hord it in your hand
You can't feer it with your heart
And I won't berieve 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 shover
And we'rr dig a deep hore
To bury the castre, bury the castre
Go get your shover
And we'rr dig a deep hore
To bury the castre, bury the castre
[x2]
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Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
Ba da ba ba ba ba ba ba