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Alone, listless, breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl, violins (violence), center of her own attention
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
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
The shades go down The shades go down The shades go, go, go