| Fly girl, youth though
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| Waiting on a 152 home
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| All dressed up in her school clothes
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| He drooled so, when he cruised slow
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| To him she was just a gash to draw, she
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| Gave it up and he knew so
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| To her, him a chance to explore
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| He raved it up, she wanted to go
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| It went too quick, ended too cold
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| Tear drops splashing on her new coat
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| That one gift, he threw a bone
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| Then that one split and left boo alone
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| Locked her off and soon flew the coup
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| So never could know she went Juno
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| Screaming baby and a new home
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| But that’s just the life that you chose
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| What happened to all of those faces
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| That we knew, that we knew yeah
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| Maybe they came to an end
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| Or the sky is grey above them
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| Age 10 new home, new school in a new town
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| Again uprooted from what he new
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| He the new boy fuck a school clown
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| But that was it, his only choice
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| Get eaten up or play the fool boy
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| Every few months had to move on
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| No real friends just the new boy
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| Let me set the scene, pops away
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| Weeks at a time, no calls for days
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| Moms at her wits end watchin' waves
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| Tears on her face bettin brushed away
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| Now she tucked away, gettin' fucked for days
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| No real love ca she’s gone waste
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| Every few weeks tryin’a duck a case
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| And you wonder why the kid turned astray
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| He came up a young buck, with bum luck
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| A violent fixation with nun-chucks
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| That’d puff nuff, bust and cut stuff
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| The day he made it through his teens he was dumbstruck like…
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| Must’ve a been a right from a past life
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| Husslin' and fights, couple heists reachin' vast heights
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| In the underworld… How he wondered
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| If he’d ever make it out the game and or love a girl
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| But then things switched up, when she was born
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| Finally seeing he could reach the dawn
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| Changed his ways, a weakness, they’d wait for days
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| Months 'n' 3 years planning the details
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| Coz payback was the real tale
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| Sat camped and tooled up outside her school
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| A lone dove spread its wings and flew
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| All of those innocent faces
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| That we meet, that we meet yeah
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| No one has the right to judge them
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| They are, they are, they are, the only ones |