| Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade
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| A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame
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| Friendless it appears, he hides behind his tears
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| For things he’s lost, for things he’s never had
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| The forgotten man wanders, misplaced in the world
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| Obscurity is all the eye can see
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| All alone, again
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| As we just pass on by and continue with our day
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| Can we appraise the quality of life some other way
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| All alone, again
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| When you take a longer look at someone on the run
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| You may see reflections of yourself becoming one
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| Take an extra moment when you find yourself at peace
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| To think about your values and your own affluency
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| Everything you’ve worked for and everything you’ve done
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| May be thrown by the wayside, and you’re not the only one
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| Everything around you may seem worn and overused
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| But imagine yourself removed from all you’re used to Once a very influential man, once was in his prime
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| Spends his days repeating lines like «can you spare a dime»
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| Shunned by those who loved you and by those who were your friends
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| Can you adjust to a different life of living on the edge
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| The destitute find meaning in a different way of life
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| The doorways that they dwell in for shelter in the night
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| No shining crystal possessions set out for his display
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| His purpose is to find the food to get him through the day
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| Roaming aimless through the streets of supply and demand
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| Once a gypsy disconnected no more future plans
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| Self discarded king of ruin worthless to the world
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| Fight to keep his sanity his voice is never heard
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| He staggers down the alley to drink his spirits by himself
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| As he prays to god that he wakes up somewhere else |