| She’s lookin' for a way out of this hole
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| She’s out on her own, with hungry mouths to feed
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| The precious little she scratches on the dole
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| Is barely enough to cover all their needs
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| It hurts to see her once strong frame
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| Broken down, by the constant blows of rejection
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| And now in place of the sweetest smile
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| She wears a frown, of worry and dejection
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| Oh it’s a cold, cold world
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| When you’re cryin out for a little love
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| A little love and understandin'
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| People at the top looking down
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| They don’t wanna know whose at the back of the line
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| People at the top looking down
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| Can’t relate to our troubled minds
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| People at the top looking down
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| People at the top
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| She’s all caught up in these inner city blues
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| Out of control, she’s losin' her mind
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| Her story’s told but it’s second hand news
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| To a world without care, they’ve heard it all before
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| Tryin' to do the best she can
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| But she’s losin' faith in all that she believes in
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| The light is fading and hope is dissipatin'
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| They say that they listen, Lord knows that they don’t hear
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| Oh, it’s a cold, cold world
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| When you’re cryin out for a little love
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| A little love and understandin'
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| Repeat Chorus |