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A sweet girl of eleven years |
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Within her brain: |
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The darkest fear caught by absolute disaster |
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Her virginity - lost to the own father |
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There he comes with alcoholic breath |
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Now her mind is fallen, emotions are dead |
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Cold by routine she's accepting her fate |
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Which she must endure since her age of 8 |
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People close their ears |
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And they close their eyes |
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They're only open for a moment |
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When somebody has died |
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The weak, little victims have no voice |
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And falling tears don't make a noise |
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How long does it take 'til a bit of compassion awakes |
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Something... disgusting! |
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Covered as a harmless game |
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Abnormality is reflecting |
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In all the things that happen |
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To other girls with different names - |
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Left without being protected - "Hey, your daddy is doing a crime To you and your little mind A defect will always be In your mental factory" |
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Locked inside the darkend room |
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As the horror passed her by... |
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The kitchen - place for the next rape |
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In despair she reaches the butcher-knife |
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And she refuses doing that once again |
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At a certain point of panic she cuts away |
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His little friend! |
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Justice now is sealed |
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But do you think now she is healed? |
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You can give her shelter |
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You can hold her tight |
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But you can't take away this horrible frigth |
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When memories of the past appear |
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To control her life in fear... |