| We are the misfits with a broken horizon
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| Like Keats or Hemingway, survive with poets defiance
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| Christmas at the Martinique grieving for a home
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| Three generations tough it out on the big street all alone…
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| Rank of the privileged on the evening commute
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| Don’t want to be bothered, don’t want to be used
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| Booming in suburbia, shuttle’s on the way
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| A beggar asks for money. |
| It’s a dollar you don’t want to pay-
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| To the Waterfront Weirdos
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| For the Waterfront Weirdos
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| Who are the Waterfront Weirdos?
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| Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind
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| In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive yet we find
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| It’s so damn hard to conceive 'till it looks you straight in the eye
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| Just take a walk on West 32nd Street or pick up a New York Times
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| And believe it…
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| Up in an ivory tower it’s hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be
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| Homeless and one of the outcast-Waterfront Weirdos
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| Who are the Waterfront Weirdos?
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| Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind
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| In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive then we find
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| Powerless is a child in the wake of hunger at night
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| Giving up-giving in
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| Can’t we hear their screaming from within???
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| My life spent standing here in the back of a line
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| I’m living for the moment-yes, I’m living by the hour
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| In a game of survival
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| In a mood of resignation I’m not the man I am-
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| Meal ticket, waiting for a handout
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| Things will change and somehow I’ll get out
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| I keep telling myself it won’t last forever
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| Adversity closing in, my sanity lapses, I’ll rise again
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| Resisting the end
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| Only 22 as my apprehension seques into an IMPENDING ASCENSION
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| I could not fake this for long
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| How long am I supposed to take it lying down?
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| I will not take this lying down!
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| Many live on the edge
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| Keep them out of sight out of mind
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| In the end it is us
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| Picking up the pieces that we find
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| On the path of least resistance evidence is loud and clear
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| When will we wake up?
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| Failures are mounting as the underclass grows
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| Every year and believe that-
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| Up in an ivory tower it’s hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless
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| And one of the Waterfront Weirdos
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| It’s so damn hard to believe 'till it looks you straight in the eye
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| Shake the hands of losers lost on Broadway who remember a
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| Nostalgic time and believe that-
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| Up in an ivory tower it’s hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless
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| And one of the outcast-Waterfront Weirdos |