Washed Rubbed Srubbed Hung Up And Left To Dry
Scrubbed rubbed the wrong way
And left hung up to dry
Blown away in the wind
Treated like a leper
I wasn't perfect but I tried
Treated like a sinner
Condemned sentenced
Feeling small
with no judge or jury
When I hadn't sinned at all.
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