| Contessa, little darling, they’re gonna love your limbs
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| So feeble, so flawless, you will be broken
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| They’ll dress you in violet, they’ll touch your tender hair
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| Those demons, the silence you’ll learn to block them
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| So pick a spot on the wall, stare at it with all the strength you got
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| If the light is right, see a shape so you won’t think at all
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| In the dark, wide awake when all those men have gone
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| You cry for mother’s scar, swear at him, say I’ve had enough
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| The pressure, it’s rising to let the shadows in The face of your father, it’s in the darkness
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| You’ll fake it, you’ll fight it, you’ll scrape and scrub your skin
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| The stain and the fire, your fate’s decided
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| So pick a spot on the wall, stare at it with all the strength you got
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| If the light is right, see a shape so you won’t think at all
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| In the dark, wide awake when all those men have gone
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| You cry for mother’s scar, swear at him, say I’ve had enough
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| Pick a spot on the wall, stare at it with all the strength you got
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| If the light is right, see a shape so you won’t think at all
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| In the dark, wide awake when all those men have gone
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| You cry for mother’s scar, swear at him, say I’ve had enough
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| I’ve had enough
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| I’ve had enough |