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Northside
Northside of a sleepy Okie town, Red lipstick on, head held down. Haunt trailer parks and smoky dives, Broken dreams meet reckless lives. Every step she takes, barely alive, Chasing lowlifes like they’re a prize. A spark in his eyes she can't resist, A normal heart hidden in the mist. Teased him rough, chasing despair, Plays hard to get, like she even cares. She’s just trash (oh-yeah), And she’s a loser. Haunt the streets where she belongs, Trades her body, sees nothing wrong Caught in chaos, wearing that smile Girl, can’t you see you’re in denial. She’s an echo in a hole-in-the-wall bar, Love's a game, she is a dimly lit star. Gives herself to addicts and abused; Shuns the one who would see her through. And last time she was down on hope He saw her hustling for a piece of dope! Don’t act like you're a friend of mine; Pain she caused, an art deco design Scars my soul. She can’t be saved, She’s just trash (oh-yeah), She’s just trash (set me free), And she’s a loser. Haunt streets where she belongs, Trades her body, sees nothing wrong. Caught in chaos, wears a joker smile Can’t you see? Girl you are in denial. Touch a stove and feel the fire; Slut on her back, promise a liar. She’s still trash (stop looking at me), She’s still trash (stop talking to me), She’s still trash (stop touching me ), There’s no hope for her! Haunt the streets hunting the poor Bums and addicts, increase her score There’s just ashes, she is so fake Time is up, that’s the breaks She’ll always be trash... but we…
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