She was a street walker. Her life was all gone,
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couldn't understand how it all went wrong,
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now she's on the corner twenty dollars at a time
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with her broken spirit and her shattered spine,
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getting beaten and raped and left for dead,
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how she got here will it never be said,
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with blood from her nose, pipe burns on her lips,
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bruises on her thighs and bruises on her hips,
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will she ever learn that she'll never win.
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Street walker walking down the avenues,
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Street walker, her obituaries in the news.
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Days go by and years do too
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and she's still got a face that's black and blue,
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to her it's like a dream, she forgot what's real,
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the cracks the only high that she still feels
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and she had three kids that she left behind
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from some dude, traded sex for a dime
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and she still don't care about nothing but dope,
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it's the only way that she knows how to cope,
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will she ever learn that she'll never win.
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Streetwalker
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| Time Again |
