| She’s walking through the city snow
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| With fifty cents no place to go
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| So give her space, a helping hand
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| To show her that you understand
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| To show her that you understand
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| They need the dreams that we all do
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| They need the doors that we walk through
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| So are you in to make this?
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| Then thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
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| The search for food, for freedom
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| I see the future, that day comes
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| So are you in to make this?
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| Then thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
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| Excuse me, sir, do you have one dime?
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| Even if you don’t, you know, it’s not a crime
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| To just say: «Sorry, I cannot help»
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| But the people stuck inside their wealth
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| Yeah, the people stuck inside the wealth
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| They need the dreams that we all do
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| They need the doors that we walk through
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| So are you in to make this?
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| Then thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
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| The dreams of crashing that kingdom
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| I see the future, that day comes
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| So are you in to make this?
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| Then thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
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| A laundry room, twelve degrees
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| Through shallow windows she can see
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| The people smile and people drunk
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| Presents packed inside their trunks
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| And I look back on my frustrations
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| Over milk gone bad and no foundation
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| You know that feeling, don’t you?
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| You’ll think it over, won’t you?
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| They need the dreams that we all do
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| They need the doors we all go through
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| So are you in to make this?
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| Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
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| The dreams of crashing that kingdom
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| I see the future, that day comes
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| So are you in to make this?
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| Then thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you |