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Faces cracked for reason beyond recognition |
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His space is at the Palace |
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He sleeps for twenty five cents |
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Now he's wiping headlights windshields with an old rag |
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It ain't nine to five |
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Down and dirty he's an old tramp |
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He poses like a dead man |
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The night train passes by Money's not the answer for princes and dancers |
| [01:40.074] |
He's standing under street lights |
| [01:43.459] |
He's thinking of his old life |
| [01:46.603] |
He lost his pretty young wife |
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The corner is his big plan |
| [01:53.428] |
His brunch with Jim and jitters |
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Boston blue laws ain't for shitters |
| [01:59.737] |
And newsprint is for cheaters |
| [02:02.750] |
Cement mattress for believers |
| [02:32.507] |
Now he's shooting power curves |
| [02:35.459] |
His buddies think he's got some nerve |
| [02:38.400] |
Missus Face had other lovers |
| [02:41.601] |
Her arms smothered other numbers |
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He freezes |
| [03:07.150] |
Christmas season all Saints protect him |
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His face is cracked for reason beyond recognition |
