Jenny
Makeshift bed in a nameless doorway
Jenny wakes up but she can’t face the day
She reaches for the bottle that she stole from the one-stop
Police come along and she’s moved on her way
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Young dark eyes hide a painful sadness
Wears her blond hair like an urban crown
Feels like she’s ridin’ on the helter-skelter
Whatever she does she can only go down
Rain pours hard on the city centre
Headlights shine on the slick wet street
Stands on the roadside, stares at the drivers
She needs one to stop, she needs money to eat
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Later that night in the Porthole Café
Turns to the door when she hears his voice
Swaps all her money for a pack of brown powder
Used to be a kick, now she got no choice
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Back to the street and the rain’s still falling
She gotta find somewhere to lay her head
Tomorrow always brings a lot more of the same
Jenny just shrugs she’d be better off dead
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