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Left out in the cold
The world has closed it's doors
Times are so hard now
No fun in life anymore
Looking back at the way
it used to be
The past is all I have now
hard times, have hit me
CHORUS:
I wish I could run
I wish I could run
wish I could hide
Forget all my problems
Just curl up and die
Out on the street
Out on my own
Facing the world alone
My eternal suffering
a death sentence with no time
endless journey and no escape
Destitution is my crime
Why am I so helpless
No feeling of life's worth
A desperate need to salvation
is this life a curse
CHORUS
Lack of basic need
desire on which to feed
Desperation is my life
In poverty I will die!
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