Walking on a summer day down in Warland Square
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When we came upon a begging flower with dreadlocks in her hair
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A younger girl, cyanotic too soon
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She shoots us back a look, keep that pity to yourself
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Then she turns away so violently and fixes up again
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Life-stealing chill digging into her
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Why have you turned out this way?
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Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away?
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Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul
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Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
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Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
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Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
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Rights to your soul, rights to your soul
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Reluctantly I throw some cash and pity in her can
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Knowing full well that the money is earmarked for a bad plan
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Admit kindness to a fault, I guess
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She half smiles, half cries, catch that pity in my eyes
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Then she looks away within a hurry for her begging cry
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Christ, she looks on her last leg
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Why have you turned out this way?
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Have all those hot shots got you running so far away?
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Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul
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Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
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Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
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Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
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Rights to your soul, rights to your soul
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How do you concede young life to a dragon?
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How about kicking your demons loose for a ride on the wagon?
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Why have you turned out this way?
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Have all those hot shots got you running so far away?
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Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul
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Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
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Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
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Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
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Rights to your soul, rights to your soul
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Owns, owns the rights to your soul
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Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
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I remember such a little rose
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Before the heroin stole the rights to your soul
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Rights to your soul, rights to your soul
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Rights To Your Soul
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| Street Dogs |
