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A poor man on a street somewhere |
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His crowd's walking by acting just like he's not there at all |
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He keeps on playing for what they don't want to spare him |
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But by the look of his happy face |
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Right now he doesn't really care |
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Some babies being raised on razorblades |
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Some choke on golden spoons |
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Everybody needs their own way to |
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Ease all of the rashes inside a while |
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And it's why the poor man's putting on a smile |
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Can't get enough of this sensation |
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So pure in every way, giving this man his |
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Everyday reincarnation |
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Every time his heart is feeling blue |
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Touched by the music he can move on through |
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A rich girl in a private jet |
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Holds on to the past cause her future is already set |
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She'd save a thousand souls in Africa gladly |
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While they're taking her somewhere else |
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She cranks the volume in her headphones to forget |
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Some babies being raised on razorblades |
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Some choke on golden spoons |
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Everybody needs their own way to |
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Ease all of the rashes inside a while |
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And it's why the poor girl's putting on a smile |
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Can't get enough of this sensation |
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So pure in every way, giving this girl her |
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Everyday reincarnation |
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Every time her heart is feeling blue |
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Touched by the music she can move on through |
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While time is slipping through the hourglass |
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Let's sing at the top of our lungs: |
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-"We are all the same!" |
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Knowing that before our fate we're all the same |
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Let's sing this great refrain! |
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Can't get enough of this sensation |
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Giving us people everyday reincarnation |
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Every time we are feeling blue |
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Touched by the music we can't get |
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Enough of this sensation |
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So pure in every way, giving us people |
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Everyday reincarnation |
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Every time we are feeling blue |
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Touched by the music we will |
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Move on through |
