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