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Out in this cold, cold world With nothing to go by but hustling She is nearly fifteen, had many dreams With a fifth grade education And a bad drug addiction. What is she left to do? A heroin affliction a victim of prostitution And now her belly getting beginning to show She was kicked out her home with nowhere to go She can't pay the rent, out in this cold, cold world She is hungry and all alone, where nowhere to go Brenda is out homeless and all alone. What is she left to do? Brenda's got a baby coming And she is a girl with needs She cannot provide for her baby And its cold outside, she is stealing But she hasn't enough to provide What is she left to do? In this cold, cold world Brenda took a hanger to pull the baby out Before it was due, she took one look Wrapped it in a warm cloth Through it in the trash and left it for dead. In this cold, cold world In a mad man's world Living a lie, so bold, so cold In a mad man's world.

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Angela Brown

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