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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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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... |
