| Have you seen the faces I see every day
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| Or are you one of those who always turn away
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| As soon as something looks a little bit not OK
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| You pretend it’s just an other beautiful day
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| Wish for a better life and you decide to spare some change
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| To lose your shame on I killed a man in pain I say
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| Wash the people of the streets away
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| They will never look the same
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| As you
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| Or me As long as we don’t turn those lights out
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| Imagine a day out on the streets without your pride
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| When the winter comes there’s nowhere for you to hide
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| The sun goes up, goes down
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| There’s no one by your side
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| Not you
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| Nor me To busy with our own lives
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| Now who will miss these peoples desperate eyes
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| And who will miss these peoples desperate lies
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| When the day comes their graves
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| We’ll be grey under them skies
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| No flowers, no friends
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| And that’s the way it all ends
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| Who am I to tell you how to live your day
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| I’m also one of those who always turn away
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| As soon as something looks a little bit not OK
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| I pretend it’s just another beautiful day
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| I pretend it’s just another beautiful day |