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crying babies

naked ladies

car payments

make it all stop

 

crying babies

naked ladies

I’m on top of the building

Maybe I should walk

 

crying babies

naked ladies

She wrote her number down and gave me a wink

A night with her or food for the week

 

crying babies

naked ladies

dumb girls running away from home, running from the love

their mothers unsure of what they’re dreaming of

 

crying babies

naked ladies

the table set, the stove is humming

we sit laughing, the little ones come running

 

crying babies and naked ladies

and toothless smiles and tear-filled grins

and broken glass and broken bones

this place is hell but this place is home

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