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Well I'm walking this lonely street |
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but I'm far from bein' alone |
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'Cause everyone I meet, |
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has nowhere to call home. |
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So they move on |
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from day to day, |
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just to stand in a line. |
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Well my mother she comes to me |
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and begs me not to fight. |
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For the sake of the family, |
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I have to stay out of sight. |
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So I move on |
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from day to day, |
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just to stand in a line. |
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On the road again |
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for a job I never find. |
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People talking... |
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as if we're not their kind. |
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I got a handbill, |
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says there's work up here. |
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Left my homeland... |
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and paid a price too dear. |
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I've come to the end of the line |
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there's too many men, |
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despair in their faces... |
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Each one of us hoping to find a life, |
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a home, a dream... |
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within the line. |
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I ain't helpless -- |
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I just need a hand. |
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These are hard times, |
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for every kind of man. |
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I've come to the end of the line |
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there's too many men, |
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despair in their faces. |
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Each one of us hoping to find |
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a life, a home, a dream |
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a place to be. |
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(repeat) |
