| It’s a cold hard world
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| It’s a cold hard world
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| It’s a cold hard world
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| Oh no
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| I heard Red Donley say
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| It was on the news today
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| It’s a cold hard world
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| It’s a cold hard world
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| It’s hiking across the country
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| Looking for a bite to eat
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| You’d be surprised at the animals
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| And the people you’d meet
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| Rolling down that highway
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| With eyes fixed straight ahead
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| They have a caravan of cars
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| To bury the dead
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| And coke cans and pop bottles
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| Lined the streets like flowers instead
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| And this guy gave me a ride
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| I said this industrial waste sure stinks
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| He said he likes that smell
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| 'cause that’s the smell of money
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| I said «well, mister money stinks, too.»
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| I met a fireman
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| He said you never forget burning flesh
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| And the librarian said
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| Do you have a card here?
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| I said I been coming here for weeks
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| Don’t you recognize me by now
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| I checked out a million books
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| Just to get you to notice me
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| Somebody’s house burned down
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| Somebody’s hubcap fell off
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| Somebody’s soul got lost
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| Somebody’s heart got broke
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| I heard Red Donley say
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| It was on the news today
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| It’s a cold hard world
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| It’s a cold hard world |