| It’s a long distance phone
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| And I feel so alone
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| Here without him.
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| Its a crime and a shame
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| That I ain’t got the change
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| And don’t you know that
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| I’m worried about him.
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| I’ve been all over street
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| Every street, up and down
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| Looking for the man.
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| It’s just a face in the crowd
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| Where the traffic roars loud
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| But don’t you know he’d be Proud to give a helping hand.
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| Chorus:
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| Mister, can you
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| Fnd it in your heart
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| To lend me a dollar
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| For the times have been slow
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| I’m fresh outta dough
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| And I ain’t got the
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| Money to call him.
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| I threw my pride out the door
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| 'Cause I’ve been turned down before
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| But I’ll keep trying.
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| This kind of pain is Kind of hard to explain
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| But the feeling’s the same
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| As like dying.
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| Chorus:
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| Mister, can you
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| Fnd it in your heart
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| To lend me a dollar
|
| For the times have been slow
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| I’m fresh outta dough
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| And I ain’t got the
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| Money to call him.
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| You put the change in my hand
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| You’re the world’s kindest man
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| And I thank you, Sir.
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| You’ll never know what you’ve done
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| For this poor mother’s son
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| A thirsty man just got a Cold cup of water.
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| Chorus:
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| Mister, can you
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| Fnd it in your heart
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| To lend me a dollar
|
| For the times have been slow
|
| I’m fresh outta dough
|
| And I ain’t got the
|
| Money to call him.
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| Chorus:
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| Mister, can you
|
| Fnd it in your heart
|
| To lend me a dollar
|
| For the times have been slow
|
| I’m fresh outta dough
|
| And I ain’t got the
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| Money to call him… |