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| Alone listless breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl violinsm center of her own attention The, mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand it Tries to make her proud The shades go down, inside her head Painted roomcan'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 Don't call me daughter, not fit to be The picture kept will remind me Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me daughter, not fit to be The picture kept will remind me Don't call me The shades go down The shades go down The shades go, go, go |