| It’s so hard, living on the streets
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| No table to food to eat, no shoes on your feet
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| No shelter, felt in the air
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| Nobody going your way, so you don’t think you going nowhere
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| Waiting, waiting to die
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| Stop waiting, waiting to die
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| I know it’s hard, when inside you have a sore
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| And you don’t come out no more, cause they haven’t found a cure
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| And you don’t allow, all your friends to come around
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| And now they talk behind your back, and you always feeling down
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| I know it’s hard, to be living all alone
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| And there’s no idea that, when you may get home
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| And you feel, like nobody cares
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| Best believe, there’s someone who’s there |