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Stumbling drunk off a bus downtown |
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You've got it bad for the system ' |
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Cause you know it let you down |
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You see the marks on the whores |
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And the dimes they lent you |
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And your paranoia soars |
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On the wings of your dementia |
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Without a system that compels |
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The growth of human compassion |
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Its a face that will never change |
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Nobodys well when ever one soul suffers |
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We're bound by circumstances |
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We cant dissarrange |
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Does shame prevent you > |
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From engaging in the indigents struggle |
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Just filling up a vacancy |
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With nothing new to live for |
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When I was young and naive |
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I believed |
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I could be so much more |
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Out of touch with a world |
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That never cared or knew me |
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More dead than alive when you stare right through me |
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Its a face that will never, never change never change |
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You could be the one |
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With your hand held out |
