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Man on side walk stone cold |
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He's carrying everyone's load |
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And a tear in his eye |
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Mirrors moon in black sky |
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His dreams had been building too high |
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Now he's finding he's lost everyway |
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Hope shattering one by one day |
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Don't you trust no one's heart |
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Cause they'll tear you apart |
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Then they'll laugh as you're runnin' away |
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The time has now come |
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Said the boy on the run |
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To the crowd as they all turned away |
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Don't you give me no hard luck I pray |
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Don't you give me more reasons to hate |
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Cause the Saints of New York |
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Have been acting too hard |
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Won't you clear out before it's too late |
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The time has now come |
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Said the man with the gun |
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To the crowd as they all turned away |
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The time has now come |
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Said the man with the gun |
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To the crowd as they all turned away |
