| He said, «Call me the king of the street
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| 'Cause I rule over all you can see»
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| But he was living like an outcast
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| His kingdom in a shot glass
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| But his castle is made out of sand
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| So he slept in a doorway instead
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| And although the buzz keeps him flying high
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| He misses his daughter sometimes
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| And if you close your eyes
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| You can see the man
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| The man he used to be
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| Someone like you and me
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| Reaching out with cold hands
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| Reaching out with cold hands
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| Reaching out with cold hands
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| Reaching out with cold hands
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| He was working from 7 to 5
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| Barely scraping enough to survive
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| To make that move on Wall Street
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| He ends up sitting on his car seat
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| And if you close your eyes
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| You can see the man
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| The man he used to be
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| Someone like you and me
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| Reaching out with cold hands
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| Reaching out with cold hands
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| And when all you’ve built
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| Comes crashing down
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| When the ones you love
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| Leave you down and out
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| You reach out with cold hands
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| So I stand on the streets and I sing
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| Telling stories of where I’ve been
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| And all the people I’ve met on the way
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| But my guitar’s getting harder to play
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| 'Cause I play with cold hands
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| Singing songs with cold hands
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| And when all you’ve built
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| Comes crashing down
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| When the ones you love
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| Leave you down and out
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| You reach out with cold hands
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| You reach out with cold hands |