| I heard you’re suffering
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| Come be a wild thing
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| Come run with Jackie, me, and this lady
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| The stupid house you made
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| Fell away like paper lace
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| Come run with Jackie, me, and this lady
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| And when you’re done crying to everyone
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| You can go back to your good home
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| She will be tired, but she’ll be glad
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| When you go back to your good home
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| And paper burns and paper fades
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| And paper crumples into ugly shapes
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| Come run with Jackie, me, and this lady
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| And when you’re done crying to everyone
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| You can go back to your good home
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| She will be tired, but she’ll be glad
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| When you go back to your good home
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| And when she’s done dancing with everyone
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| She will go back to your good home
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| She will be tired from loving everyone
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| But she’ll be glad that you’re back home
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| But for now, until you’re home
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| You ride with us
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| There was no way you could’ve known
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| About the things she didn’t know she couldn’t trust
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| (Oh sanctuary, oh sanctuary, oh sanctuary…)
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| Oh, for now, until you’re home
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| You ride with us
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| There was no way you could’ve known
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| About the things she didn’t know she couldn’t trust
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| (Oh sanctuary, oh sanctuary, oh sanctuary)
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| Oh, what’s in the world?
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| What’s in the world?
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| What’s in the hearts of pretty girls?
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| There’s nothing left inside the room you filled
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| With lion skins and laurels
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| Those were good ideas
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| But they weren’t diamonds and pearls |