| Alone, listless
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| Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
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| Young girl, violence
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| Center of her own attention
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| The mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it
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| Tries to make her proud
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| The shades go down, it’s in her head
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| Painted room, can’t deny there’s something wrong
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| Don’t call me daughter, not fit to
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| The picture kept will remind me
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| Don’t call me daughter, not fit to
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| The picture kept will remind me
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| Don’t call me
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| She holds the hand that holds her down
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| She will rise above
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| Oooh ooh
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| Don’t call me daughter, not fit to
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| The picture kept will remind me
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| Don’t call me daughter, not fit to be
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| The picture kept will remind me
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| Don’t call me daughter, not fit to
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| The picture kept will remind me
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| Don’t call me daughter, not fit to be
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| The picture kept will remind me
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| Don’t call me
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| The shades go down
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| The shades go down
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| The shades go go… go |