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That story cross the threshold. |
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The scenes go back to my mind. |
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He inspires respect. |
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In that town. |
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He's a priest and she's his wife. |
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Me, a poor girl who lives in their house. |
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I clean their home and warm his bed up. |
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"Dickhead! |
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Leave me alone. |
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Don't get my skin dirty. |
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"Dickhead! |
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Let me go |
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I won't talk to anyone. |
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I feel hate when he touches me |
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Only I'm sixteen... |
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He's stealing my life. |
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He sits down near me, |
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While his wife is watching TV. |
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When her glance is far away, |
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He plays with his hand under my skirt. |
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It's my truth. |
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It's my chance. |
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The end of a nightmare. |
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Take a car now. |
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Park it near his home. |
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Two shoots and fire in their house. |