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I heard you're suffering, come be a wild thing |
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Come run with Jackie, me, and this lady |
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The stupid house you made fell away like paper lace |
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Come run with Jackie, me, and this lady |
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And when you're done crying to everyone you can go back to your good home |
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She will be tired, but she'll be glad, when you go back to your good home |
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Paper burns and paper fades, paper crumples into ugly shapes |
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Come run with Jackie, me, and this lady |
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And when you're done crying to everyone you will go back to your good home |
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She will be tired, but she'll be glad, when you go back to your good home |
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And when she's done dancing with everyone she will go back to your good home |
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She will be tired from loving everyone, but she'll be glad that you're back home |
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But for now, until you're home, you ride with us |
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There was no way you could have known about the things she didn't know she couldn't trust |
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Oh, sanctuary oh, sanctuary, oh for now, until you're home, you ride with us (Sanctuary, oh sanctuary, oh sanctuary) |
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There was no way you could have known about the things she didn't know she couldn't trust (Oh, sanctuary, oh sanctuary, oh sanctuary) |
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Oh, sanctuary oh, sanctuary oh what's in the world, what's in the world, what's in the hearts of pretty girls? |
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There's nothing left inside the room you filled with lion skins and laurels |
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Those were good ideas, but they weren't diamonds and pearls |
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The stupid house you made fell away like paper lace |
