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The American dream was quiet when I stepped through the door
He didn’t tell me a story or make promises
But cowered in the corner as I stumbled about in the darkened wardrobe
Trying on my mother’s dresses
What was I looking for and why was it so cold?
He didn’t tell me a story or make promises
But cowered in the corner as I stumbled about in the darkened wardrobe
Trying on my mother’s dresses
What was I looking for and why was it so cold?
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