| Selling pussy to the chrome on the interstate
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| Living hard lives
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| Working long nights
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| Hit by every man you ever loved
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| 'Til your heart died
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| You’re my mother
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| You’re my sister
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| And a daughter tonight
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| For every bruise
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| And excuse
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| You tried but you couldn’t hide
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| For all the fear
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| Every tear
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| Slowly burning your sight
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| For every moment
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| In the light
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| I fucking see you tonight
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| To see heartbreak from my window
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| Such a sad state
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| I can’t
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| Stop to even help you
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| What the hell can I do?
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| Say that’s just her life?
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| Turned out, used up and defiled?
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| Deep pain starts early in life
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| Every woman still once was a child
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| Who’s one story of millions
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| Swan song sung city to city to city
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| Your hurt hit closer to home
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| But what do you see?
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| Graves beneath the family tree of abuse
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| Fucking raped at age 4 on the floor of the chicken coop
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| I saw her casket fucking covered in flies
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| A botched embalming job still smelled like somebody died for what?
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| Dead end path
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| Eyes up
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| For all the woman suffering so visibly
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| The runaways enslaved unwilling
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| Drug addiction, dereliction
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| Dying from trauma induced conditions
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| But you must find your strength
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| I can’t walk your life. |
| Your history
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| To see heartbreak from my window
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| One day this world might hear you
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| Sometimes you gotta let the rough end drag |