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If I had a cigarette |
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For every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cigarette |
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Then I'd have enough cigarettes |
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To get me through the day |
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And if I had some spare change |
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Every time a perfect stranger asked me for some spare change |
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Then I'd have enough spare change |
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To take care of these bills I need to pay |
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And dude, I know that times are tough |
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But that does not mean that you can have my stuff |
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So how about a ride? |
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I could drive you to the shelter |
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We could eat dinner at the Andre House |
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And you could even take a shower |
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Cause I think you deserve much more |
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Than a smoke and fifty cents |
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You deserve to be self-sufficient |
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And buy your own cigarettes |
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Oh when the saints |
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Oh when the saints |
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Oh when the saints go marching in |
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They will feed you so much pizza |
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That you'll forget about the rut that you are in |
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Oh when the saints |
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Oh when the saints |
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Oh when the saints come marching in |
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Well I'm sure they'll feel so much better |
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With the illusion that they're helping out those sinners |
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When all they really do is buy the so-called "sinners" shitty dinners |
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Like five dollar hot n' ready pizzas |
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And hi fructose corn syrup punch |
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You're diabetic and apathetic |
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Wondering when they'll bring you lunch |
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To the park they keep you in |
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Oh, when the saints go marching in |
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So I wish I had a cigarette |
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For every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cigarette |
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But I wonder what a cigarette |
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Will really do to help that person out |
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I wish to god I had some spare change |
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Every time a perfect stranger asked me for some spare change |
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But there's not enough spare change in the world |
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To make such and empty gesture count |
