Nancy Wilson — Daughter

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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, 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 holds the hand that holds her down
She will rise above
Ooh, ooh

Don’t call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don’t call me daughter, not fit to be
The picture kept will remind me

Don’t call me
Don’t call me
The picture kept will remind me
The picture kept will remind me
Don’t call me

The shades go down
The shades go down

Don’t call me
The picture kept will remind me
Don’t call me
The picture kept will remind me
Don’t call me