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Baby, I'm a freak and I don't really give a damn.
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[21 Nov 2007|01:56pm] |
You're gonna mix up with the wrong guys
You'll get mixed up on the wrong drugs
Sometimes our pride it takes us places you didn't really plan on going
When people see the track marks on her arms she knows what they're thinking.
She keeps on working for that minimum
As if a high school education gave you any other options
You know
They don't know nothing about redemption
They don't know nothing about recovery
Some people just aren't the type for marriage and family.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone.
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