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They teach her to be nothing at all.
They teach her to shut up,
and to sit where they want her to.
Silence's touching her, combing her hair.
Paint her lips like Rembrandt, her eyes like silver suns.
We want you to follow the rules we made.
If you obey your nature,
you'll be sent to a shady prison cell.
We're gonna teach you to watch out,
and sit where we want you to.
They teach her to shut up,
and to sit where they want her to.
Silence's touching her, combing her hair.
Paint her lips like Rembrandt, her eyes like silver suns.
We want you to follow the rules we made.
If you obey your nature,
you'll be sent to a shady prison cell.
We're gonna teach you to watch out,
and sit where we want you to.
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