she was reunited with the father of her kids
he said it wasn't me it was the booze; i know not what i did
she said you filled the bathtub with my blood when you bashed in my head
you can go to hell i'm moving on
you can go to hell i'm moving on
then she saw her mom who said i love you sweet baby
she said then why'd you beat me until i started to bleed?
you starved me too i had to dance for money in the street
you can go to hell i'm moving on
you can go to hell i'm moving on
running from the one who gave her life
running from the man who called her wife
she will find a way out i am sure
then no one can hurt her anymore
when she got there the old man was holding a tutu
and a pair of brand new pink capezio toe shoes
she laughed and said excuse me sir do those belong to you?
he said no they're yours, go put them on
he said no they're yours, go put them on
the stage was big as every place she'd ever lived combined
and there were wooden soldiers there that were three times her size
with a plie and a releve her dreams were realized
she said but i thought clara was a blonde
she said but i thought clara was a blonde
the old man said now princess, yes your hair's as black as night
but prima ballerinas now we know aren't always white
a million people saying something's so don't make it right
she said i've died and gone to heaven,
i've died and gone to heaven,
running from the one who gave her life
running from the man who called her wife
she will find a way out i am sure
then no one can hurt her anymore