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You guys ready... |
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Alone...listless...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room |
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Young girl...violins...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 be |
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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...ooh...oh... |
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Don't call me daughter, not fit to } |
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The picture kept will remind me } (2x) |
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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 (2x) |
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The shades go, go, go... |