| She never had an education
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| She uses life as her vocation
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| Standing on ledges clinging to the edges
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| The world's a hard place to land on
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| She has this one way conversation
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| Trying to avoid a confrontation
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| Memories of the kind she's rather leave behind
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| The worlds' a hard place to land on
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| Life can be lonely can be very sad
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| Can be something you wish you never had
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| She never had any affection
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| So she relates well to rejection
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| No stories wait discovery
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| Dreams have passed recovery
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| The worlds a hard place to land on
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| She just sleeps all day
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| In her squalid little slum
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| And takes little white pills
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| To make her body feel numb
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| And it's dark and dirty
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| And there's nothing left to eat
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| And in her heart there's a feeling of defeat
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| Smells of bugs and fornication
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| And a bottle of cheap scent
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| Should she stick around
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| If this is all that life meant
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| Life can be lonely can be very sad
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| Can be something you wish you never had
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| Open the door wally, open the door |