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...
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