| Pierced in the heart by a sinister dark
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| Thrown from and insecure tongue
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| Unaware of the arrow sticking out of her chest
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| Embedded when she was so young
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| I never would have thought
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| That the poison would rot
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| Away and away and away, it eats at her pride
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| And she constantly hides, afraid of what others will say
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| And often at night she turns out the light
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| Anxiously waiting for sleep
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| The world of her dreams is better it seems
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| There she can finally be free
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| But the arrow it stays, it’s there when she wakes
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| Binding her feet to the ground
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| Perpetually holding her back from her goals
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| A mountain she can’t get around
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| Let it go, dear
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| And let your worries fall
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| Let it go, dear
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| Nothing to fear at all
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| Let it go, dear
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| Now she is old, her body is cold
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| Alone in the bed as she cries
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| Nobody visits and tells her how alone
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| She quietly closes her eyes
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| Through all of her days, arrows remain
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| Never permitting release
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| And with her last breath she is waiting for death
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| Hoping for peace
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| Let it go, dear
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| And let your worries fall
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| Let it go, dear
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| Nothing to fear at all
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| Let it go, dear
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| Let it go, dear |