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Some words uttered by a beggar |
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Struck a glancing blow |
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Frames form in his mind |
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Words form in his mouth |
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Call into this night |
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(chorus) |
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At each new corner |
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I grow more weary |
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At each new corner |
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I see more people |
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I see more people |
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Lay in this doorway |
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In the orange street glare |
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People seem so far away |
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Their names mean nothing now |
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I see them turn and stare |
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I watch them slip away |
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Their names mean nothing |
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Their names mean nothing |
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Their names mean nothing now |
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(chorus) |
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Has Jesus forgotten |
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This man on the ground |
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The dirt on his clothes |
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And the blood on his face |
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He has his own blood |
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And the light in his eyes |
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People seem so far away |
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Their names mean nothing now |
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People seem so far away |
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Their names mean nothing now |
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Their names mean nothing |
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Their names mean nothing now |
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(fade) |