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Alone... listless... |
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Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room |
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Young girl... violins... |
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Center of her own attention |
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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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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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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... |
