| She fills the suitcase with her plans, and snaps the latch
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| Pale hand, trembles on the sketch pad
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| Tiptoes past the rooms, lights off
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| Heart stops, the door never had a lock
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| All that’s left to say is written in three words
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| The pain and paper no longer hers
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| Cause that’s all she wrote
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| Full of light in a little black coat
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| All the history fell under her
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| She let it roll off like thunder
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| And leave a trail of stone
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| They’ll wonder where she chose to go but all they’ll ever know is all she wrote
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| The film lifted from her eyes and filled the skies
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| Foggy day, white walls in a new place
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| Breath steaming into rings around her fingers
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| She holds on, her first treasure in so long
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| And still she sets it free in the morning air
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| Three breaths for three words that got her there
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| Cause that’s all she wrote
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| Full of light in a little black coat
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| All the history fell under her
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| She let it roll off like thunder
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| And leave a trail of stone
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| They’ll wonder where she chose to go but all they’ll ever know is all she wrote |