run, run
through the woods
talking branches will retrace you?
father, come and see
i'm old enough to fight to my own death
i'm not afraid, i've grown
i'm not your girl no more
lie beneath a floor
a winding sheet for warms and comfort
father, come and see
i'm old enough to lift the gravity
i'm not your frayed-haired girl
i'm not your golden boy

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