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Just like a scab on the streets
I see you bleeding from your alley
and all you thought it would be
sorry baby you can't have me
'cause you're sinkin' so low you're going down
you're sinking so low that
yeah you're sinkin' so low you can't be found
you're going down yeah
and you're saying to me
(and you're saying to me)
you really want a better way of living
(a better way of living)
but it seems to me
(and it seems to me)
all you need is a better grip on life
and you're saying to me
(and you're saying to me)
you really want a better way of living
(a better way of living)
but it seems to me
(and it seems to me)
that all you've got is a better way to die
you're nothing special to me
I can't take you but I can leave you
and all you thought it would be
sorry baby I can't save you