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have you seen the old men |
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that lean on the walls |
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of salvation halls |
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in the streets of your town |
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you can't have missed |
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the vagrant |
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he is the rubble |
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he is the trouble you want to remove |
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in the parks about sundown |
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he makes his bed |
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his shoes are a pillow for his head |
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have you seen the young men |
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that look so old |
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they'd rather have the cold dark lonely road |
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have you ever wondered |
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why do they go |
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leaving the tv and the automo |
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you can see them hailing trucks down the open road |
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you wave your thumb and you hop on board |
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you ain't got no keeper you don't need a friend |
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I betcha wish you were the same |
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yeah I betcha wish you were the same |
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have you seen the old men |
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we lean on the walls |
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of salvation halls |
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in the streets of your town |
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we're just a little shady |
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we get a little crazy |
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in the streets of your town |
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in the parks about sundown |
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we lay our heads |
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our shoes are our pillow |
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the grass our bed |
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don't need no keeper |
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and don't need no friend |
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I betcha wish you were the same |
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yeah I betcha wish you were the same |
