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One old man a ten hour day |
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And not a dime to spare |
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Playin' on his pawn shop horn |
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And breathin' into the air |
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I've got more coal to fire |
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And another soul to feed |
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Little old lady left the scene |
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About an hour ago |
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Her purse was filled |
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All her silver unsold |
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Little old lady had a mouth |
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But nothing to say |
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Despite her allegiances |
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She has found a way |
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Even a bling squirrel needs a nut yea |
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Do rebut that |
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And if you open up your mouth |
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You better shut that |
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It's never ever gonna go away"I'm homeless, God bless, good day" |
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Would that |
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I were you |
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Would I be free |
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And would that you were me |
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Would you burn or flee |
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The blood is on your hands |
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You've got it on your feet |
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Your first is in the air |
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And somewhere in between |
