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An old man sat in the dark alley |
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Holding out his trembling hand |
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His dark eyes looked through a blanket |
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Wrapped in junk - out in the cold |
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Late at night we passed that alley |
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On our way down to the zoo |
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Life goes on without pity |
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On the streets of New York city |
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Is there a healing for a world almost dead? |
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Is there a healing for a world ravin' mad? |
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C'est la vie |
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Someone knocked somebody out |
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Drew a gun to take a life |
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In that game - a vicious circle |
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Losers die - winners survive |
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C'est la vie |
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Is there a healing for a world almost dead? |
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Is there a healing for a world ravin' mad? |
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C'est la vie |
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C'est la vie |
