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Hey little sister I heard you went to Mr.
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So and So, knock, knock, knocking on
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his door again last night, said you
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needed it bad- you know that ain't right.
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'Cause so many times you've come to
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me cry crying trying to stop, you said it
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hurts so bad but please don't let you
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go back for more.
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My little sister is a Zombie in a body with no
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soul a role she has learned to play in a
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world today where nothing else matters
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but it matters, we gotta start feeding our
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souls Not our addictions
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or afflictons of pain to
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avoid the same questions we must
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ask ourselves to get any answers.
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We gotta start feeding our
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souls have been lost to the millions with lots
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who feed on addictions
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selling pills and what's hot I
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wish I could save her from all their delusions
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all the confusion
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of a nation that starves for salvation
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but clothing is the closest approximation to
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God and he only knows that drugs are
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all we know of love
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Every day we starve while we eat white
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bread and beer instead of a handshake or
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hug we spill the pills and sweep them
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under the rug
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My little sister is a Zombie in a body with
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no soul a role she has learned to play in a
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world today where nothing else matters
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V
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but it matters we gotta start feeding our
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sooouuuls...
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Hey little sister i heard you went to Mr.
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So and So's knock, knock, knocking on his
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door again last night said you
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needed more.
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