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weighted is the crown... buried in the ground

standing on the corner of franklin and bond

a girl of sixteen, her innocence is gone

weighted is the crown... lost her folks to the needle

how many years she isn't sure

little dottie don't remember

last ten years are such a blur

weighted is the crown... she grew into a woman

in these streets and alleyways

turning tricks and picking pockets

the one that god, forgot to save

hands... I can't escape hands... around my neck

stranglehold of failure

maladjusted wreck

she will leave this town... burn it to the ground

flooded by her memories

little broken frames

room in this old brothel

first thing set aflame she will leave this town...

these nights are getting longer

drag by like a chain

I'll ask god for forgiveness

I'm the one, he couldn't save

she will leave this town...

a match, a can of petrol

are all i needed for the start

a liberation of the spirits

the demons, will depart

not afraid to die

terrified to live

from this old room it grows hotter

across this hateful town

from main street to the harbor

I'll burn these people down

this town, it's got a feeling

and awful, wretched smell

the stench of that old whorehouse

this life I bid farewell