She stands, a target behind the counter
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And she burns a little more with evry encounter
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Spit on again and again till her eyes are bloodshot
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And now they've slowly sunken in
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"There's gotta be more to life than this"
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She whispers under her breath as she pulls another double shift
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She's 21 a single mother of two
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And this fucking dead end job barely buys enough food
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It's slowly killing me I've gotta go
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Cause I can feel my blood pumpin' like the stereo
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I've kept it bottled up inside but now it's gonna blow
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So... what are you gonna do when it comes down to you
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10 years of fuckin' fast food
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I've been shot at twice and always talked down to
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Unappreciated, misunderstood
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Overworked, underpaid, dodging bullets in the hood
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One thing I've learned is that this life's not for me
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I can never be a functional member of society
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The only thing that's been keeping me sane
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Is playing these songs cause it eases the pain
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When It Comes Down To You
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| Against All Authority |
