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The tramp moves on to the end of the street |
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I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet |
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For some there's a future to find |
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But I think they're leaving me behind. |
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The world humes on at its breakneck pace |
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People fly in their lifelong race |
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For them there's a future to find |
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But I think they're leaving me behind. |
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The chances they come, but the chances have been lost |
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Success can be gained, but at too great a cost |
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For some there's a future to find |
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But I think they're leaving me behind. |
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The wind sweeps up and goes back to its tree |
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The rain flows by and moves to the sea |
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For them there's a future to find |
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But I think they're leaving me behind. |
