| There are those
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| Spend the night
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| Under bridges
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| Over by the river
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| Down in the park
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| Through the winter
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| But there’s a house
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| That I know
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| Safe and warm
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| And no one ever goes there
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| Down where the priests
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| Bless the wine
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| She’s been born into the wrong time
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| She keeps nonsense on her mind
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| She’s a poet she’s a builder
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| She’s as bored as bored can be
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| She’s a have-not she’s a know-all
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| She knows just how to say yes
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| She’s skating frozen chaos
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| 'Til the no good gods are dead
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| But sometimes in the dead of night
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| Woken by the city lights
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| She wonders how she keeps alive…
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| This is the girl who
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| Lost the house which
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| Paid to the man who
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| Put up the rent and
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| Threw out the girl to
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| Feather his own sweet home
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| She’s a clueless social climber
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| Likes the wrong side of the bed
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| She’s a pick-me-up and she’s a drink-to-me
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| In the company of friends
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| She’s tried every variation
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| She’s so common, she’s so cold
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| She’s homesick for a future
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| Can’t stomach what she’s told
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| On every street in every town
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| All her days are up and down
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| At home among the
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| Lost-and-founds…
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| This is the girl who
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| Lost the house which
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| Paid to the man who
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| Put up the rent and
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| Threw out the girl to
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| Feather his own sweet home
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| Here’s the good Samaritan
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| Looks away and carries on |