| She rarely ventures from her door
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| Staring at the dress she wore
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| A bridal gown from yesterday
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| Her dreams have drifted away
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| Unforgiving and forsaking
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| Thoughts that keep her heart from making
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| There’s pleasure in her misery
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| She locked the door and hid the key
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| Livin' in the house she grew up in
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| Safely out of harm’s way
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| A prisoner of her emotions
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| In a prison made of clay
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| On the day they were to marry
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| She paced the floor, began to worry
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| And as time passed that day
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| She knew her love had gone away
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| He left no rhyme, left no reason
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| Left her alone still believin'
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| In a life they built to stay
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| Now a prison made of clay
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| Livin' in the house she grew up in
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| Safely out of harm’s way
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| A prisoner of her emotions
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| In a prison made of clay
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| Livin' in the house she grew up in
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| Safely out of harm’s way
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| A prisoner of her emotions
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| In a prison made of clay
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| Livin' in the house she grew up in
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| So close at home with her pain
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| The walls can always crumble
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| To set her free once again
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| Livin' in the house she grew up in |