Father left
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You were crushed
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Like the petals of a flower
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Between the pages of a novel
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A long forgotten bookmark
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The end of a sad chapter
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When he left her she read no more
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And so left all trust
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Of any man that wants you
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To dress in black plastic
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Or sing with your eyes only
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As though you were autistic
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Whisper diamonds and insolence
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Enter misadventure
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Neither tawdry or resplendent
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In clothes that hide your figure
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She was daddy's little sparrow
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He was a dirty picture window
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Mister Inappropriate
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Who washes his hands after
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He things someone is watching
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Too restless for education
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Craves only entertainment
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And to this day
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There is no one you trust
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Father left your mom
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They say you were crushed
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Like the petals of a flower
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Between pages of a novel
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A long forgotten bookmark
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Bookmark
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| Paul Westerberg |
