| It’s cold in the alley and it’s cold upon the stair
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| And he’s got to keep on running but he knows he’ll never get there
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| The long night is cruel he can never go home
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| And he’s out on the street and he’s feeling so alone
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| Oh lord he is a desperate man
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| They’ve used him, abused him and fooled him again
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| Oh lord he is a desperate man
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| Oh lord he’s a desperate man
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| Three kids between one and five and another on the way
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| And his poor little lovely she looked older every day
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| Thinks of all the chances that he lost upon the way
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| Opportunities have vanished like a needle in the hay
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| Oh lord he is a desperate man
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| They’ve used him, abused him and fooled him again
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| Oh lord he is a desperate man
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| Oh lord he’s a desperate man
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| The street’s running empty and it’s getting so late
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| Your man stands in the shadows but how long can he wait?
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| Cold consolation in a cheap bottle of wine
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| And the future fades and withers as he slips further in decline
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| Oh lord he is a desperate man
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| They’ve used him, abused him and fooled him again
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| Oh lord he is a desperate man
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| Oh lord he’s a desperate man |