| Walking on the ragged streets of time
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| A man is asking if there is a dime
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| Someone can spare
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| No one pays him any mind
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| But surely someone sees him there a-crying
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| When no one’s there
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| And the washed out whore demands
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| The bottle in his hands
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| Ah, Mister, don’t you weep
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| God knows we’ve tried to keep
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| The Golden Rule and the
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| Top Ten commandments
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| You can’t believe the thing you’ve seen
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| On the midnight TV screen
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| And nightmare sent by satellite
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| Rain fire falling from the skies
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| A mother holds her baby and cries
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| And day for us for them is night
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| And love is just a word we preach
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| For who can learn what none will teach
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| Ah, people, don’t you weep
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| God knows we’ve tried to keep
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| The Golden Rule and the
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| Top Ten commandments
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| And moving across on the city street
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| A neighbor tried to find his feet
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| And fell on down and slipped to ruin
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| The bystanders are all standing by
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| Watching from corners of their eyes
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| Wondering what on earth can he be doing
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| With a faith nobody shared
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| And a love nobody dared
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| Oh, Mary, don’t you weep |
| Someday we’ll learn to keep
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| The Golden Rule and the
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| Top Ten commandments |