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Tonight I hit the street again Hard concrete my closest friend Cardboard box on which to lay my head No pity for the walking dead I know that I fucked up again My aim is life for the wages of sin No protection covers blown Can't find content in a broken home I've got nowhere to turn I've got nowhere to turn right now Nowhere to turn, nothing to hide No dignity shame or sense of pride Can't bring myself to turn your tricks White collar junkies in need of a fix From Letras Mania