| Her life was a heartbreaking mess
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| She dug her smack and cigarettes
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| I dug the whiskey and rohypnol
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| That i stole from her when ever she went cold
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| We weren’t yet beat so we beat on ourselves
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| And we rarely laughed and she often cried
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| She had an abortion that she made me pay for
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| Thats all i gave her before she died
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| Eighty dollars i had to peel off my thigh
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| Its a long time now and i lay wondering why
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| Layed under my guilt like its an epiphany
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| Drowning in the heat of sleep
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| Dreaming a ghost with her mothers eyes
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| I get nights walking down the wet streets
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| That run smoother than a bad habit
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| Down past the park where the income came from
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| When mine ran out
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| And i walk in a shadow with my theories grand
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| How everything was out of my hands
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| It wasn’t my doing ive got nothing to hide
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| A ghost with her mothers eyes
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| She heard the change in my pocket as i was walking home
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| And she said «darlin you look awful lonely»
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| I said «what would a whore like you know? |
| seems like you never alone»
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| Then she came out of the shadows to the side of the road
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| And i said «man you look like someone that i once knew oh lord she had eyes
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| like yours!»
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| And i stood there frozen but she was stiller yet
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| My wits they hit the ground running
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| Then the streets went next
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| Time fixed us like mortar time fixed us right there
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| And the whore and me we were all that was left
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| She said «what do you mean i ain’t never alone?
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| Ive never met a single soul
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| Ill walk forever in blackness
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| The blind can’t see until they get old
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| That ain’t so bad as looking at you
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| Now that you looking at me
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| I llok in your eyes and i know who you see
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| She hurt you good
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| But she hurt me more… |