| Janis Ian
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| Breaking silence
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| Tattoo
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| Her new name was tattooed to her wrist
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| It was longer than the old one
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| Sealed in the silence with a fist
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| This night will be a cold one
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| Centuries live in her eyes
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| Destiny laughs over jack-booted thighs
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| «Work makes us free», says the sign
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| Nothing leaves here alive
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| Tattoo
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| She steps out of line to the left
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| And her father to the right
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| One side’s a cold, clean death
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| The other is an endless night
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| Gold from a grandmother’s tooth
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| Mountains of jewelry and toys
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| Piled in the corners
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| Mailed across the borders
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| Presents for the girls and boys
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| Presents for the girls and boys
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| Tattoo
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| It gets darker every night
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| Spread-eagled out among the stars, she says
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| «Somewhere in this tunnel lives a light
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| «Still my beating heart
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| «I have never known a man
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| «what man would want me now?
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| «am I still alive somehow?
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| «If I can survive somehow
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| «tattooed»
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| Soldiers from the other side'
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| Liberated them at dawn
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| Gave he water, gave her life
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| She still had all her clothes on
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| She lived until she died
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| Empty as the autumn leaves that fly
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| Surgeons took the mark
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| But they could not take it far
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| It was written on her heart
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| Written on her empty heart
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| Tattooed |