She walks the streets, lives in a box
Nothing but drug dealers on the whole block
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As I sit here crying, in agony
I can feel the life drain out of me
My heart is an empty hole
The feelings I should have
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As I paddle along in my old canoe
I enjoy the rapids, the waves of blue
The sun beats down on my olive skin
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I sit alone on the beach
It is dark and the stars are a glow
The moonlight shimmers off the water
I listen to hear your voice call to me on the breeze
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Such a still quiet night
The sky is black, no stars shining bright
I sit on a porch and watch passer bys
Not knowing them, not caring to, I wonder why?
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