| Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
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| Thin man lookin' at his last meal
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| Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
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| For dignity
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| Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass
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| Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
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| Poor man lookin' through painted glass
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| For dignity
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| Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve
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| Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
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| I went into the city, went into the town
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| Went into the land of the midnight sun
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| Searchin' high, searchin' low
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| Searchin' everywhere I know
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| Askin' the cops wherever I go
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| Have you seen dignity?
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| Blind man breakin' out of a trance
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| Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
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| Hopin' to find one circumstance
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| Of dignity
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| I went to the wedding of Mary-lou
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| She said 'I don’t want nobody see me talkin' to you"
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| Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
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| About dignity
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| I went down where the vultures feed
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| I would’ve got deeper, but there wasn’t any need
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| Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
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| Wasn’t any difference to me
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| Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
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| House on fire, debts unpaid
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| Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
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| Have you seen dignity?
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| Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
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| In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
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| Lookin' into the lost forgotten years
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| For dignity
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| Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
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| Said he’d give me information if his name wasn’t used
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| He wanted money up front, said he was abused
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| By dignity
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| Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand
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| Steps goin' down into tattoo land
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| I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
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| In the bordertowns of despair
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| Got no place to fade, got no coat
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| I’m on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat
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| Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote
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| About dignity
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| Sick man lookin' for the doctor’s cure
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| Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were
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| And into every masterpiece of literature
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| For dignity
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| Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
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| Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin
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| Bites the bullet and he looks within
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| For dignity
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| Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
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| Dignity never been photographed
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| I went into the red, went into the black
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| Into the valley of dry bone dreams
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| So many roads, so much at stake
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| So many dead ends, I’m at the edge of the lake
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| Sometimes I wonder what it’s gonna take
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| To find dignity |