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