she was reunited with the father of her kids
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he said "it wasn't me it was the booze; i know not what i did"
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she said "you filled the bathtub with my blood when you bashed in my head
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you can go to hell i'm moving on
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you can go to hell i'm moving on"
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then she saw her mom who said "i love you sweet baby"
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she said "then why'd you beat me until i started to bleed?
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you starved me too i had to dance for money in the street
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you can go to hell i'm moving on
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you can go to hell i'm moving on"
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running from the one who gave her life
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running from the man who called her wife
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she will find a way out i am sure
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then no one can hurt her anymore
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when she got there the old man was holding a tutu
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and a pair of brand new pink capezio toe shoes
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she laughed and said "excuse me sir do those belong to you?"
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he said "no they're yours, go put them on"
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he said "no they're yours, go put them on"
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the stage was big as every place she'd ever lived combined
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and there were wooden soldiers there that were three times her size
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with a plie and a releve her dreams were realized
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she said "but i thought clara was a blonde"
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she said "but i thought clara was a blonde"
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the old man said "now princess, yes your hair's as black as night
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but prima ballerinas now we know aren't always white
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a million people saying something's so don't make it right"
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she said "i've died and gone to heaven,
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i've died and gone to heaven,"
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running from the one who gave her life
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running from the man who called her wife
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she will find a way out i am sure
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then no one can hurt her anymore
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Moving On
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Kimya Dawson |