When she walks into the room
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They look up to see her face
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All the glitter falls on her
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And the rooms her stage
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Don't you think you've had enough
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Do their claws make sores
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Take my hand and come away
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And ill take you home
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I wont turn around, cant be afraid
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Takin' you all the way back home
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Innocence gone, cant be the same
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Takin' you all the way back home
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Will the world still be the same
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Even if you're gone
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When the pillars start to fade
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And the rooms just walls
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Don't you think you've had enough
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Do their claws make sores
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Take my hand and come away
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And I'll take you home
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Don't you think you've had enough
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What's the gun there for
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Take my hand and fly away
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And I'll take you home
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Don't you think you've had enough
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What's the gun there for
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Take my hand and come away
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And I'll take you home
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Back Home
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