| She’s dropping breadcrumbs to show where she’s been
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| To a house made of candy, of sorrow, of sin
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| And she hopes it’s alright that she quietly let herself in
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| This is is her addiction, this is her fame
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| This is the place where she deals with the pain
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| And sometimes the stars in her sky hold against the rain
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| Echoes coming back
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| (What's this?)
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| Hit or miss attack
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| (You missed it)
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| She’s got white lights on her face
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| From the bad sights that she just can’t erase
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| Now she’s forgiving the harms of her past
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| She’ll take a message somewhere it will last
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| And she fails where she fails but she’s trying, and growing up fast
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| Echoes coming back
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| (What's this?)
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| Hit or miss attack
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| (You missed it)
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| She’s got white lights on her face
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| From the bad sights that she just can’t erase
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| And her sad eyes are replaced
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| With the new life in a beautiful place
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| And this is the pattern
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| And this is the storm
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| This is the past she knows she can’t run from
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| This is the place she’s been in since she was born
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| Echoes coming back
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| (What's this?)
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| Hit or miss attack
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| (You missed it)
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| She’s got white lights on her face
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| From the bad sights that she just can’t erase
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| I can tell by the light in her eyes that she can see
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| (So walk away)
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| From the people and places and things she used to be
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| 'Cause she’s got white lights on her face
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| From the bad days that she just can’t erase
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| And her sad eyes are replaced
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| With the new life in a beautiful place |