Dancing through the streets my feet are bare
My hair of sandy waves are down and everywhere
My clothes are torn and covered with earth
People stare as I make my way
And the people whisper and say:
"What do you suppose happend to her?
With her clothes all torn and covered with earth?
She looks like hell should we ask if she needs some help?
Do you think she needs some help?"
But none come to my aid and just continue to stare
It figures they just do not want to get involved
But it is not what everyone thinks it is
For i have been gone for way too long
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