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See him cuddled in the shadows |
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Sleepin' on his cardboard bed |
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Using rags for a pillow |
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Where he lays his unwashed head |
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His blanket's old newspaper |
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Not much good against the snow |
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See so many like him out there |
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When you walk the night patrol |
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When you walk the night patrol |
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Oh, you wonder where he came from |
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Where he's gonna go |
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Was it a woman or a bottle? |
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That's brought him down so low |
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What's happened to his family? |
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Do they know he's out here in the cold? |
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He's just a nameless soldier |
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Marching on the night patrol |
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Marching on the night patrol |
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Like that girl on the corner |
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She can't be more than seventeen |
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She's run away from somewhere |
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Taking nothing but her dreams |
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Now those dreams are lying shattered |
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As the street exacts its toll |
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And she's just another victim |
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Lost out on the night patrol |
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Oh, you could ask me why I'm out here |
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Where do I fit into the scene? |
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Now I'm drawing unemployment |
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Got replaced by a machine |
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And I'm tortured by my bad habits |
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Sometimes, I lose this struggle to control |
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And the street has its attractions |
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When you walk the night patrol |
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When you walk the night patrol |
