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The father giveth, and the father taketh
prays in her bed
He his beer to the TV chatter
Thinks dark thoughts in his
the house that he keeps with his hard won pay
Is finally asleep after his day
He turns his eyes on his prize
Johanna watches her open just a crack
And a hand that once her runs down the length of her back
Her fallen angel down on her bed
So much confusion in her beautiful
Johanna her eyes

In a house full of the truth doesn't matter
Johanna her shame and dreams of redemption
They just scatter, she grows to the pain
She can't how it was before
And she know who she is anymore
She's in as his Beautiful Prize

Johanna her life from the outside
And she dreams that one day she'll fly free this mess
She's a hawk trying to soar with a wing
And she doesn't talk anymore anything
She just her eyes

She just can't stand his anger, she just can't bear his
She takes a long hard look at on the street, yeah
In a house of secrets the truth doesn't matter
And any dreams of salvation, they just

Johanna watches the world the outside,
And she dreams of the day she'll fly free this mess
She doesn't what she's waiting for
Cause there's nothing left in this anymore
And in his eyes she's just a Beautiful

Oh, Johanna just a Prize...
Yeah, Johanna...
Oh, Hanna...