Daughter

Alone, listless
 Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
 Young girl, violence
 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
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 She holds the hand that holds her down
 She will rise above
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 Don't call me daughter, not fit to
 The picture kept will remind me
 Don't call me daughter, not fit to me
 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 me
 The picture kept will remind me
 Don't call me
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 (The shades go down)
 (The shades go down)
 (The shades go, go)
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 (Go)