| The doubt of work sends the out of work man
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| To city a hope and a home
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| One door shuts here another two slam
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| Yes he’s homeless he’s hopeless alone
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| Row upon row of a castle in Spain, make up a fool’s paradise
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| The still born brainchild of a main with no brain
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| The ballot box baby that died
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| Oh Hooverville, and they promised us the world
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| In Hooverville, said the streets that were paved with silver and gold
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| Oh Hooverville, yes they promised us the world
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| Crying for the moon
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| Dirty faced children sit in the road, in the shanty town shacks they call home
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| The comfort of knowing they won’t be there long
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| Is the only comfort they know
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| A young scream a young dream is lost in the night
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| Along with the young will to live
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| Along with the masses, that gave up the fight
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| A fight for a reason to live
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| Oh Hooverville, and they promised us the world
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| In Hooverville, said the streets that were paved with silver and gold
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| Oh Hooverville, yes they promised us the world, in Hooverville
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| And as fools we believed every last word they said
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| I believed every last word you said
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| Oh Hooverville, and they promised us the world
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| In Hooverville, said the streets that were paved with silver and gold
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| Oh Hooverville, and they promised us a roof above our heads
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| In Hooverville
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| And as fools we believed every last word they said
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| Their hope is so high, when they arrive
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| Their hope is their only possession in life
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| Another man dies, another man cries
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| Mr Politician open up you eyes
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| Open up your eyes
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| Crying for the moon |