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Old man sleepin' the hot day away |
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While he dreams a thousand yesterdays |
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'Cause he's had so many come his way |
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All he cares about is somewhere to lay his head tomorrow |
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Old man sits and thinks about his home |
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Doesn't matter 'cause he's all alone |
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What he'd give to get back on his own |
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Curses his body 'cause it's old and it gives no transportation |
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He sits in his one room shack alone but it provides no consolation |
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What a shame, his time is nearin' |
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His eyes won't let him see the skies are clearin' |
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Someone tells him without his hearin' |
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It's no news to those who've been around while things are changin' |
