She had braids in here hair
And stitches in her forehead
She didn’t know quite were she was
She sat on the bed
With eyes half closed Blinking
At the cameras

She was weak you could see it
But broke and they knew it
So they put her in a cab
There’s a homeless shelter
Down the street
And there’s always
State rehab

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