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One of a Million
I'm looking at a little girl
Stringy hair hanging in her face
Standing there with a dazed expression
Nobody knows exactly what it was
They're all sure it was something
Her ripped clothes are barely hangin on
Tattered and soiled
Almost losing what's underneath
Like an old teddy bear
There's still a fire in those bloodshot eyes
Can't imagine why
'Cause she's got nothin left
She envisions a better life
But she's killin the one she's got
An everyday casualty
