| So if I get to heaven, will it be the same
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| Camping out like a weather vane
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| Standing at the corner, A card in my hands
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| No work and no future plans
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| Caught in the rain, I watch it travel right down the drain
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| Just need a little faith, hope and a charity
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| Saving me from myself, standing on the edge of the world
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| Saving me from myself, standing on the edge of the world
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| No one understands it, no one cares why
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| No one wants to see a grown man cry
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| Can’t believe I’ve been, dealt such a cruel fate
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| And if help comes, I hope it won’t be too late
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| I once asked a girl to marry me, back in the spring of '83
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| I always get so rearranged I stand outside of life so estranged
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| Caught in the rain, I watch it travel right down the drain
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| Saving me from myself, standing on the edge of the world
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| Saving me from myself, standing on the edge of the world
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| No one understands it, no one cares why
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| No one wants to see a grown man cry
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| Can’t believe I’ve been, dealt such a cruel fate
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| And if help comes, I hope it won’t be too late
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| It won’t be too late
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| I hope it won’t be late
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| I hope it won’t be too late oh, yeah!
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| Know we’ve seen hard times
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| They’ve harder now, don’t know which way to go
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| So if I get to heaven will it be the same,
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| Camping out like a weather vane
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| Standing at the corner
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| A card in my hands, No work and no future plan
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| Caught in the rain, and I watch it travel right down the drain
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| Caught in the rain, I watch my life travel right down the drain |