She was born at 6am on New Year's Day,
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In an alley right at the heart of where the homeless children play,
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And the truth is that we will never even know her name,
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Cos as long as we can fill our glasses up, we will look the other way.
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And it's not that far from here, to New Orleans,
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Where the seemingly forgotten people are still foreclosen on their dreams,
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And we'd just as soon keep on staring at the TV screen,
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While this world just bleeds to death like some romantic end to a movie.
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Oh my God, this is insane,
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How'd it get like this, or has it always been this way,
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Oh my God, I'm so ashamed,
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When we try to close our eyes and make this go away.
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And we sit in our highrise apartments and complain about things that don't matter,
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And we race through this life just to see who can die with as much as we can gather,
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And a few blocks away a teenage mother plays Russian Roulette with her daughter,
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Is this the best that we can do, is this the best that we can do.
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Oh my God, this is insane,
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How'd it get like this, or has it always been this way,
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Oh my God, I'm so ashamed,
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When we close our eyes to make this go away.
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Oh My God
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| Sixx:A.M. |
