| He stands in the rain begging for change as people pass him by
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| And once in a while, he’ll get a nod or a smile with nickels & dimes
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| But when the sun goes down in his part of town & cold wind blows
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| He’ll find his way in the dark to a bench in the park where no one knows
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| Someone used to rock him on their knee
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| And when he’s cry, they’d sing him lullabies till he was fast asleep
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| They say he had his daddy’s eyes, his momma’s smile
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| Oh, they loved him so, but that was long ago when he was someone’s child
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| The word on the street was he had a degree & a big house in LA
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| But when it comes to his past, don’t bother to ask cause he’s got nothing to say
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| People frown & put him down, no one seems to care
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| That that’s one of us down on his luck standing there
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| Someone used to rock him on their knee
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| And when he’s cry, they’d sing him lullabies till he was fast asleep
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| They say he had his daddy’s eyes, his momma’s smile
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| Oh, they loved him so, but that was long ago when he was someone’s child
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| Then the flashing lights light up the night & the sirens scream
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| And as he breaths his last breath, he drops a photograph that no one’s seen
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| They say he had his daddy’s eyes, his momma’s smile
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| Oh, they loved him so, but that was long ago when he was someone’s child |