| It’s forty dollars with a condom, sixty dollars without
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| She’s fifteen and on the streets, a harlot living out
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| The story of the homeless, somehow she feels it’s safer
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| Then to go back to where home is and the man that use to rape her
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| Only now it’s paid for, she just got to wait for
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| Her high to set in, her vitamin to go a day more
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| Wishing she could say more, but she don’t know who to trust
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| We know her story she don’t know none of us
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| Plus all the lawyers and the doctors she know got no respect for her
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| Why would they stop her when they paying to have sex with her?
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| And everyday she’s left with a bruise to remind her
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| She lost in a world where ain’t nobody trying to find her
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| It’s the effect of the brainwash to reject and blame for
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| The pain she injects it keeps infecting the same sore
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| Around this time is when I came to the door
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| Hoping we would be the same as before
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| But I was dead wrong
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| I knocked and saw the lock was gone and when I peaked through it
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| My heart broke I stood frozen in its leaked fluid
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| Waiting to thaw out, contemplating who to call out
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| Cause she’s lying on the floor lifeless
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| And ain’t no time to think twice cause the nature of time is
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| To leave you out of breath while you stuck waiting for sirens
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| And luck is hard to find when you a block from the hospital
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| And everyone your asking for help reacts hostile
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| She’s hardly breathing her arteries are bleeding
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| I hate to break your party, but somebody find a reason
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| Shut up and grab her feet please, I’m asking for help
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| The blood escaping her arms described exactly how I felt
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| This is a story of a girl who never knew her mother
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| Before she goes I hope she knows that someone truly loves her
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| And it’s that love that got me starring at her heartbeat
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| The last man to hold her hand before her heart sleeps
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| I remember when I first met her
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| I was the only one who fed her instead of giving her change
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| Never given her name she held it secret from our conversations
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| It’s all I have of my moms and so I keep it sacred
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| Is what she said to me in a poem she read to me
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| She was only thirteen then but wrote incredibly
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| Regrettably that’d be the last time we talked
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| On our path to being friends we walked fast but it was cut short
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| You know the cliché, a day late plus a buck short
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| And with demons to pay you know she must work
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| I never knew how to help her but in my heart I felt her
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| For a year and a half I was praying shed find shelter
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| Then I heard about this dealer and the cards that he had dealt her
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| The apartment where he held her and how he started to sell her
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| Now what can I tell her when she’s frigid and cold
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| My tears fell on the bridge of her nose and mixed with the life leaving
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| I tried to fight the bleeding and give her another reason
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| She should open her eyes
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| But why should she hope for a guy she barely knew
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| To carry her through the door way of the ICU?
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| And yet it happened and I’ll never forget that lady
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| Who screamed «doctor I think that mans holding your baby!»
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| I thought the nurse was crazy 'til she entered in
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| And fell to the floor as her reality has emptied him
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| She’s been with many men but never new the love of one
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| And now I’m starring towards the floor at one of them
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| Who turns and asks me how I knew his daughter
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| All I knew was she was thirsty so I gave her water
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| And when I lived and breathed
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| And in those moments of nothing and everything
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| I wanted to know there was something more than this
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| Something so much more than this
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| But the emptiness inside was bigger
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| Than the hope could ever be
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| I was a girl free to play at wonderland
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| Was safe enough to pray about something
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| Besides how to spend the day or how to let go of the night
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| But the monsters came and the darkness fell
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| And there where no more prayers
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| So tired out and burned out, can’t seem to get out of this hole
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| Would like to sleep for hours and hours
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| Just a moment of peace
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| Please I’m begging for just one moment
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| I feel like I’ve seen you before
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| I’ve seen your face and known your hand
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| Was it you who carried me here?
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| You don’t know even my name
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| The look in your eyes, the way you hold my hand
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| A tenderness like I have never known
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| In these last moments of life
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| These last moments of holding on and letting go
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| I see that it’s the end of it all
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| But also the beginning
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| And that somehow I have known grace |