| In the waking hours of some not too distant morning
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| You come walking barefoot to this cowl pulled mind
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| Selling yesterday’s dreams wrapped in tomorrow’s paper
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| Whistling for a dog named kindness that you’ll never find
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| It’s a cold, hard world love
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| These are cold hard times
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| These are cold hard times
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| Standing in some narrow space you’ll hear your mother crying
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| For the thoughts she had and didn’t use and now they’re gone
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| And your father is still out back he’s selling and he’s buying
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| There’s nothing he can give you 'cause he’s never once been wrong
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| It’s a cold, hard world love
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| These are cold hard times
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| These are cold hard times
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| I heard my brother died last week or was it just a rumor
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| From an overdose of hate taken in his veins
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| I heard the preachers said God must have a sense of humor
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| 'cause when they put him in the grave it didn’t even rain
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| It’s a cold, hard world love
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| These are cold hard times
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| These are cold hard times
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| These are cold hard times |