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She walks these empty streets alone |
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Looking for something they call "home" |
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Hoping to find some peace of mind |
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Sometimes we need to walk alone |
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She is set on running away |
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Though her mom was yelling she must stay |
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A wind beaten bird for reasons unheard |
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Sometimes it is best to run away |
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So fly away, fly away, fly away |
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Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, fly away |
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Some wear their bruises on their skin |
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Others hide their scars deep within |
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She has a wound close to her womb |
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Blames herself for letting it in |
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So fly away, fly away, fly away |
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Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, fly away |
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But She's afraid, she's afraid, she's afraid |
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Anyway |
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See those eyes, see those eyes, see those eyes |
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Hate and lies, a fire that slowly dies |
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But She will fly, she will fly, she will fly |
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Before it dies |
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Sometimes the hands that feed |
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Must feed a mind with a sick need |
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And the hands that clutch can be |
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The same hands that touch too much |
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Eyes that hungrily stare |
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Read in an access that's not there |
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While eyes close to hide tears |
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Or look away in fear |
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Run away! |
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Passing the open stores |
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Hiding her dirty sores |
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Seeking asylum among freaks and whores |
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What wouldn't she give to be in a society |
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Not learning the eyes to be closed but to see |
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Now she bites the words |
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"Never" |
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She kicks the ground |
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"Never" |
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Swallows her tears |
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"Never will I go back" |
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She hits the walls |
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"Leave me!" |
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Scratches herself |
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"Leave me!" |
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Begs to all Gods |
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"Rip me from this sick flesh!" |
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"I will always be there" |
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"No!" |
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She holds her ears |
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"You know that I love you" |
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Pretends that she doesn't hear |
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"We're in this together" |
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"We share the same skin" |
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Panic in his voice now |
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"Free us from sin" |
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"Tell me that you love me" |
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This is the end |
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"I know that you do" |
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Of her way |
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Never ever again |
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Follow me down |
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"God forgive this hunger" |
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"Please mommy see" |
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"Never tell a soul" |
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"Is it me?" |
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A child will love its parents |
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Will follow them down |
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She swears to the pavement's heart of stone |
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That these city lights will be her home |
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But still as they burn she will return |
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Back to the adults. . . of her home. |