her daddy raped her when she was 8 years old
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his selfish action took a piece of her soul
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but she would thank him when she learned how to drive
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took some gasoline and burned him alive
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drove to L.A. so she could be a star
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but prostitution didnt get her so far
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her daddy's face on every john
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so she went out and she baught her a gun
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she had enough and couldnt take anymore
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what would she be a murderer or a whore
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no fire down in hell below
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could match the pain of the life she had known
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she killed so many that she couldnt keep count
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her life had fucked her but she found a way out
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it gave her power that she never had
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and murder paid more than the fuck ever did
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she found a power that was hers alone
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she found a way to stop the pain
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she found a way to make her life her own
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she found a chanel for her rage
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she walks the streets witht he pimps and the slime
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but her past she has left far behind
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nobody is gonna stop her now
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even if they could somehow
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so take a look deep inside yourself
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you are no better than anyone else
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and if you should look her way
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you wont live to see another day
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little runaway dont cry
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there is so much more time to kill
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Within Her Skin
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| Cancerslug |
