| Gonna need some more gold, workin' as hard as I can
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| To build it, my next gilded cage with my own two hands
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| I’ve made some mistakes, I’m gonna make some more
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| But I’m clear
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| They brought me here
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| A world worthy of makin' 'em for
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| I’m taking off my armor, already cut to the bone
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| The prodigal daughter on her way back home
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| Burn the maps to this place, I don’t need one anyway
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| I can find you by charting the lines to every smile on your glorious face
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| The past is behind me
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| Always there to remind me
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| To haunt me, to scare me, to taunt me, to dare me to jump and fly
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| I’m taking off my armor, already cut to the bone
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| The prodigal daughter on her way back home
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| I’m alive and wide awake.
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| Better that my heart should break
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| Than forget how to feel.
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| So here’s to chance and something real.
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| I belly up and they ask, «Girl, what you have?»
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| Take one and double up
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| Drown myself in the beautiful struggle of
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| A life well lived
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| And a love worth earning
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| And a big heart to give
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| To the one fiery sole who can handle my burning
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| I’m taking off my armor, already cut to the bone
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| The prodigal daughter on her way back home, way back home
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| Gonna need some more gold, workin' as hard as I can |