A sad-eyed lady wanders alone in the crowd
With drunkards and dreamers
And lovers and dealers and clowns
With that faraway look in her eyes
'Cos she knows where to go get high
Strangers stare as she staggers and stumbles and falls
Covers her face as she crawls
When she's flyin' so close to the ground
'Cos her time is about to run out
Her body's broke but it's soft
Like the light in her eyes
Beats with the blood of a child
As she slips in and out of the dark
But she's already drifted too far
She knows what she needs to survive
Keepin' a faith that's gone blind
She has to come down down down down
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