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A story about a young unicorn, her doll, a toybox and mechanical metaphors.

I think this is deep house? I stopped caring about the genres in Back From Reality.

LYRICS
Little Unicorn Filly had a little doll
She took it everywhere, but then it took it's toll
Not fit for a foal there's no imprint on her soul
Buttoned her eyes and forgotten in a hole
Lock the toy chest, sealed with a key
Not worthless any more, can't you see
Wires and cogs, patchwork mane
Life is hard when you're a clockwork dame
After all these hard knocks forget me not
We had a good life, well whatever, we fought
It's best you don't remember what life you had
When your friends were toys it could drive you so mad

After all these hard knocks forget me not
I feel a new filly, that's not saying a lot
It's best you don't remember what life you had
The fear of realisation that you're lonely and sad

DL: Wait for the album, silly!