| I remember one young sister with rainbows in her eyes
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| Standing on the corner with the afternoon’s supply
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| She spoke of other places, perhaps a better road
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| Then she asked if I could tell her where they
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| Kept the mother lode
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| Like a night this side of dying
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| Her day’s inside the dropper on the shelf
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| When she hears her lifeline crying
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| Not a thing you say can stop her
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| When she just can’t stop herself
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| I remember that July, the panic and the heat
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| The savage shine of summer, the trychnine in the street
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| The way thay sold each other for a favor in glassine
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| The best of friends sold brothers for a
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| Dime of quinine dreams
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| Like a night this side of dying
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| Her day’s inside the dropper on the shelf
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| Like the shelter she’s been buying
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| Not a thing I’ve got can save her
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| When she just can’t save herself
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| She just can’t save herself |