| See that man — i carry the world upon my back.
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| Talk to that man — there is no hope, i never talk back.
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| Sold my soul for a cheap ideal.
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| The price i paid? |
| the spice of life.
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| Now i’m in a real dilemma,
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| I must keep myself alive … alive … alive.
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| Look at that man — what am i doing in a place like this?
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| Pity that man — i live my life like it’s a crime!
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| The sun goes dim, the moon turns black.
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| What i gave away, i never got back.
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| Now i’m in a real dilemma.
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| I must keep myself alive … alive … alive.
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| I see junk to my left! |
| freaks to my right!
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| Ain’t no one laughin'- ain’t nothing funny.
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| Ain’t nothing happening. |
| 'cause we ain’t got no money!
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| Hey! |
| hey! |
| hey! |
| … misfortune!
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| Woe! |
| woe! |
| woe! |
| … misfortune!
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| Watch that man! |
| everything i see goes into a book.
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| I said, watch that man! |
| i live my life with a filthy look!
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| Sold my soul for a cheap ideal.
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| The price i paid? |
| the spice of life.
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| Now i’m in a real dilemma,
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| I must keep myself alive.
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| The angels they came to visit me.
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| Some divine intervention … they said
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| «are you the boy with the stars in your eyes?
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| Are you the boy that fooled the world?»
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| Flappin’their wings, tellin’me things.
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| Flappin’their wings, tellin’me things…
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| I said «i know what i like. |
| i know what i want!
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| But i never seem to know, i never seem to know.
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| How to get that thing boy. |
| how d’ya get that thing boy?
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| Can you tell me how you got, how you got that thing?
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| How d’ya get that thing boy?»
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| See that man! |
| talk to that man!
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| Look at that man but don’t ya pity that man!
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| I’m a man of misfortune! |
| i’m a man of misfortune!
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| Look at that man! |
| watch that man!
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| But na! |
| na! |
| no! |
| don’t talk to that man!
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| I’m a man of misfortune. |
| i’m a man of misfortune.
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| I must keep myself alive. |
| i must keep myself alive. |