
The Portrait
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Lyrics
"My mother was obsessed by evil jealousy
She didn't want nobody to even look at molly
She kept me locked up in this attic till I died
Only 4 years old, my story left untold"
Oh molly... oh molly
"Mother was struck by this infallible idea
If she could paint my portrait I would remain immortal
And I could hang downstairs above the fireplace
A little girl in lace, not a single trace of crime"
"Each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring
For every stroke she painted a little life was ended
At last I felt so weak I could not even speak
But in that fatal portrait my spirit came to lfe again"
Oh molly
"That night I made the portrait speak in evil tongue:
You're gonna go beyond too, may pain and death bestow you
She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme
While she burned the portrait in the candle of fate"
Oh molly
"I've gotta se ma"
She didn't want nobody to even look at molly
She kept me locked up in this attic till I died
Only 4 years old, my story left untold"
Oh molly... oh molly
"Mother was struck by this infallible idea
If she could paint my portrait I would remain immortal
And I could hang downstairs above the fireplace
A little girl in lace, not a single trace of crime"
"Each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring
For every stroke she painted a little life was ended
At last I felt so weak I could not even speak
But in that fatal portrait my spirit came to lfe again"
Oh molly
"That night I made the portrait speak in evil tongue:
You're gonna go beyond too, may pain and death bestow you
She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme
While she burned the portrait in the candle of fate"
Oh molly
"I've gotta se ma"
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