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Slipping in, |
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Under all conciousness, |
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Homeless is where the is heart is, |
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Walk on by and I'll be fine, |
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This cardboard cover, |
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Keeps away the gales of the night, |
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Cos at some points I think this ain't real, |
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Some nights I say this shouldn't be me, |
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It's Christmas eve and I'm out on the street, |
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With a lifetime to spend it hurts me this truth, |
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Under this cruel moon, |
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Slipping, |
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Under all conciousness, |
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Homeless is where the is heart is, |
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So walk on by and I'll be fine, |
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This cardboard cover, |
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Keeps away the gales of the night, |
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And I know it's late and you're thinking I'm crazy, |
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I share the same dreams as you, yesterday, |
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You think this is a world away, |
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Beware of darkness because this could be you could someday,, |
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Under this cruel moon, |
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And I know it's late and you're thinking I'm crazy, |
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I shared the same dreams as you, yesterday, |
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You think this is a world away, |
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Beware of darkness for this could be you someday, |
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Under this cruel moon, |
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For this could be you someday, |
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Under this cruel moon, |
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For this could be you someday, |
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Under this cruel moon, |
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For this could be you someday, |
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Under this cruel moon, |
