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There's an honest man I know in the welfare line |
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Lives upstairs at the Yale |
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You can call him a good friend of mine |
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He was taken down by the man at his door |
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Cloak of desperation, got wrapped around his soul |
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Sew him a coat of mail |
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Make it all alright |
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Send him the wind to sail |
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Sew him a coat of mail |
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I stood below your window, some things I understood |
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Out in the world's a struggle, every man needs a plan |
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You can listen without words, it |
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s not everyone can see |
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But I recognize your eyes, yeah they once belonged to me |
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You walk the streets at sunrise, no matter where you turn |
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There's questions without answers, they continue to burn |
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It's a fine, fine thread gonna keep you in this place |
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Well I see you sound yourself something |
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Cause it's written on your face |
