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The shame of those houses with windows of steam
And the shame of those sheets that came out so clean
The fear that lives with us, that powers our change
The shame of our secrets, the stain of those days
The girls were so pious, their lives maligned
They shut and put up, but never ask why
She shouldn't have perished, she was too young
She froze to death beneath the winter sun!
(One, two, three, four)
And history repeats, we know it well
We've fallen in love with a new god's spell
A decade and half is never enough
Sometimes these cases need a woman's touch