The girl in the alley kneels with exhaustion
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She's guarded by the skinny guy who limps from some infection
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Behind a veil of bleached thin hair her eyes tell a story
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Like a photo of Berlin, December 1944
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She's looking for a handout, she's been high for several weeks now
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She's too far gone for whoring and the money just gave out
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And her heart still beats inside
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And the blood runs in her veins
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A remnant of life remains
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Her heart still beats inside
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The man finally comes to the door, I've seen him several times
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He always looks pissed off and his sunglasses stay on
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I think he got his biceps and tattoos while in prison
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And it doesnt seem to bother him when he says "go to hell"
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And his heart still beats inside
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The blood runs in his veins
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A remnant of life remains
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His heart still beats inside
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The thought it comes to my mind, to somehow intervene
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But it could bring me trouble, and what can I do anyway?
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It's hard to be effective when it happens so often
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To see a life unraveling, through drawn venetian blinds
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I'm sickened by compassion, I'm stifled by my limitations
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Anesthetic apathy, come take the pain away
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And my heart still beats inside
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The blood runs in my veins
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A remnant of life remains
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And my heart still beats inside
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Oh God, we need you here
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We're sinking fast and we dont care
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The evidence is all around me, on both sides of my door
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Our hearts beat
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Heart Still Beats
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Brave Saint Saturn |