Contessa, little darlin', they're gonna love your limbs
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So feeble, so flawless, you will be broken
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They¡¯ll dress you in violet, they¡¯ll touch your tender hair
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Those demons, the silence, you¡¯ll learn to block them
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So pick a spot on the wall, stare at it with all the strength you've got
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And if the lighting's right, seein' shapes so you won't think at all
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In the dark, wide awake when all those men have gone
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You cry for mother's God, swear at him and say I¡¯ve had enough
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The pressure, it's risin' to let the shadows in
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The face of your father, is in the darkness
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You¡¯ll fake it, you¡¯ll fight it, you¡¯ll scrape and scrub your skin
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The stain and the fire, your fate's decided
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So pick a spot on the wall, stare at it with all the strength you've got
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And if the lighting's right, seein' shapes so you won't think at all
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In the dark, wide awake when all those men have gone
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You cry for mother's God, swear at him and say I¡¯ve had enough
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Pick a spot on the wall, stare at it with all the strength you've got
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And if the lighting's right, seein' shapes so you won't think at all
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In the dark, wide awake when all those men have gone
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You cry for mother's God, swear at him and say I¡¯ve had enough
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I¡¯ve had enough
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I've had enough
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Exploitation
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| The Silent Comedy |
