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Chapman Gary - Bottle Dreams lyrics
Everyone knew she was a special young girl
 From her neighbors to her teachers
 Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius
 It was amazing the way she could play the violin
 It made it hard for people to believe that she only ten
 But behind every brilliant mind there lies a monster
 This one just so happened to be her father
 See daddy was sick, he'd get a rush by playin touchy touch
 And tellin her to keep it hush
 It was his seceret way of loving that he needed someone he could trust
 Fucked her head up, sayin if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us
 So she'd hide the desire to die
 But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes
 Walking around in the only real hell
 No one would ever think she'd have such a story to tell
 Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of cryin
 She was too young to even know why
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 And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle sayin
 'Please, God help me I don't wanna live to see tommarow'
 Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shread of hope
 Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat
 But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink
 I don't know why but the bottle always sinks
 She never sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks
 Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks
 She made that violin sing with so much pain
 You could almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations
 What was once sweet and innocent
 Is now riding with the phsychotic fatherChapman Gary - Bottle Dreams - http://motolyrics.com/chapman-gary/bottle-dreams-lyrics.html
 Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred
 Her instrument was a rolly tongue
 To express the infinite abuse in it's depths
 At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weap
 And with tears rolling down her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep
 When the nightmare was over, and the sun dawn is light
 She'd retreat to the same place she always did
 Rip a page from her diary, and write with all her might
 Then send it off into the current, determined to find a way to live
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 Being a victim of her daddy's hands for so long
 She lost the will to move on
 Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong
 Exausted, but stayin strong
 She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to make 
 nothing but sad songs
 Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach
 Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles
 Sick of being daddy's little seceret
 She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into pieces
 Then proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan
 Only this time the diarhea bottle was in her hand
 Just walk with herself, away from the hell
 Not no one at the river bottom liein in all the cries for help
 It was weeks before they found her dead body
 Some fisherman reeled it from the water
 like something from a detective novel
 Diagonosis: suicide, stemed from desperation
 Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles








