Paroles de Daughter

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Alone... listless... breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl... violins... center of her own attention
The, mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand it
Tries to make her proud

The shades go down, it's in her head
Painted room... can't deny there's something wrong...

Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me...

She holds the hand that holds her down
She will...rise above...ooh...oh...

Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me (2x)
Don't call me daughter, not fit to be
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me...

The shades go down (2x)
The shades go, go, go...