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Capaldi |
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Old man sittin' under a street beneath the concrete, |
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With his head between his feet. |
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Looks like he was accepting defeat. |
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So I walk up to him and I say, |
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Listen old man they wanna have it all your way. |
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He looked at me and smiled. |
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Then right before my eyes turned into a child. |
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Chorus: |
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Keep on tryin'. Gotta keep on tryin'. |
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Gotta keep on tryin', till it all works out. |
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I wandered on down the street, wonderin' who next I'd meet. |
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When around the corner came this girl, |
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she said her name was Pearl. I said "Hi my name's Jim". |
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We looked at the buildings. They were doin' us in. |
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Chorus: |
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Keep on tryin'. Gotta keep on tryin'. |
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Gotta keep on tryin', till it all works out. |
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Now everybody's walkin' about in them great big shoe. |
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Smilin' on their faces they look so amused. |
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I don't know why they wanna look so conspicuous. |
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Somebody ought to tell them they look ridiculous. |
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Chorus: (twice) |
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Keep on tryin'. Gotta keep on tryin'. |
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Gotta keep on tryin', till it all works out. |