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Father left |
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You were crushed |
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Like the petals of a flower |
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Between the pages of a novel |
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A long forgotten bookmark |
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The end of a sad chapter |
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When he left her she read no more |
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And so left all trust |
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Of any man that wants you |
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To dress in black plastic |
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Or sing with your eyes only |
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As though you were autistic |
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Whisper diamonds and insolence |
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Enter misadventure |
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Neither tawdry or resplendent |
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In clothes that hide your figure |
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She was daddy's little sparrow |
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He was a dirty picture window |
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Mister Inappropriate |
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Who washes his hands after |
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He things someone is watching |
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Too restless for education |
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Craves only entertainment |
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And to this day |
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There is no one you trust |
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Father left your mom |
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They say you were crushed |
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Like the petals of a flower |
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Between pages of a novel |
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A long forgotten bookmark |
