She's dropping bread crumbs to show where she's been
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To a house made of candy, of sorrow, of sin
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And she hopes it's alright that she quietly let herself in
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This is her addiction
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This is her fame
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This is the place where she deals with the pain
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Sometimes the stars in her sky hold against the rain
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Echoes climbing back
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What's this
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Hit or miss attack
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You missed it
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She's got white lights on her face
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From the bad times
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That she just can't erase
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Now she's forgiven the harms of her past
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And she'll take a message somewhere it will last
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She fails where she fails but she's trying
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And growing up fast
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Echoes climbing back
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What's this
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Hit or miss attack
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You missed it
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She's got white light on her face
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From the bad days
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That she just can't erase
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And her sad eyes are replaced
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With the new life in a beautiful place
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And this is the pattern
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And this is the stone
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This is the past she knows she can run from
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This is the place she's been in since she was born
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Echoes climbing back
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What's this
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Hit or miss attack
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You missed it
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I can tell by the light in her eyes that she can see
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And walk away
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From the people and places and things
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She used to be
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She's got white lights on her face
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From the bad days
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That she just can't erase
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And her sad eyes are replaced
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With the new life in a beautiful place
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White Lights
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Deas Vail |