| I sleep in a storefront doorway
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| You can see me everywhere
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| As I hold my hand out for money
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| No-body seems to care
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| They don’t want to know my story
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| They’ve heard it all before
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| I’m just another beggar on the street
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| Who always asks for more
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| Let me lie down in green pastures
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| Let me gaze upon the stars
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| Let me wake to the sound of birdsong
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| And the playing of guitars
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| Let me roll in the arms of someone
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| Whose smile is the light of dawn
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| And I will lay me down in peace at last
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| To a new day being born
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| My body’s thin and dirty
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| And I’m shaking from the cold
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| There’s no way out but further down
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| And I’ll die before I’m old
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| Do not worry, keep on walking
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| You can turn the other way
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| I’m not in the mood for talking
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| And I’ve nothing left to say
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| Let me lie down in green pastures
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| Let me gaze upon the stars
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| Let me wake to the sound of birdsong
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| And the playing of guitars
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| Let me roll in the arms of someone
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| Whose smile is the light of dawn
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| And I will lay me down in peace at last
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| To a new day being born
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| In this brutal land of plenty
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| It’s only plenty for the few
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| And my pocket’s always empty
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| And there’s nothing I can do
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| Nothing for the needy
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| And only pity for the poor
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| I’m still sleeping in a doorway
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| And I can’t take it anymore
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| Let me lie down in green pastures
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| Let me gaze upon the stars
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| Let me wake to the sound of birdsong
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| And the playing of guitars
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| Let me roll in the arms of someone
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| Whose smile is the light of dawn
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| And I will lay me down in peace at last
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| To a new day being born
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| Lay me down in peace at last
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| To a new day being born |