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In the corner of the city |
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There's this vibrant little kid |
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Loves to sing and play his air guitar |
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In the way that |
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I once did |
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He has all the world's ambition |
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But he lives on borrowed time |
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With his terminal condition |
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He'll be gone before he's nine |
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Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers |
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You begin to see faces that you know |
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They could be you and me, you never know |
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Which way the wind may blow |
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Which way the wind may blow |
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In the corner of the city |
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There's a man in lonely plight |
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So-called friends no longer visit |
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Family stay out of sight |
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See, he used to be a doctor |
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But his illness is full-blown |
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Now the very folk whose lives he saved |
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Refuse to help his own, yeah |
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Salvador, |
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SalvadorSalvador, |
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SalvadorSalvador, |
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SalvadorSalvador, |
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SalvadorSometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers |
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You begin to see faces that you know |
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They could be you and me, you never know |
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Which way the wind may blow |
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Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers |
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You begin to see faces that you know |
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They could be you and me, you never know |
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Which way the wind may blow |
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What you gonna do if it hits your street, if it hits your home? |
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Uh huh, could you deal if you found you'd been disowned? |
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Mmm, hmm, tell me, don't you be a judge of another's fate' |
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Cause the day you do, you will find that a higher hand |
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Will judge you too, |
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I want you to understand, yeah |
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Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers |
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You begin to see faces that you know |
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They could be you and me, you never know |
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Which way the wind may blow |
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Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers |
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You begin to see faces that you know |
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They could be you and me, you never know |
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Which way the wind will blow |
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Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers |
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You begin to see faces that you know |
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They could be you and me, you never know |
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Which way the wind will blow... |
