Walking down the streets at night
I see her stumbling through the rain
A skinny figure in the dark
Her face a shade of grey
Begging here and barking there
She's swearing all the time
Her fingers fumbling with her hair
A dirty mess of grime
And she starts to cry and she's asking why
Her life's always the same
But she does not see, that unfortunately
There's no one here to blame
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