| Selling papers on the corner,
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| I saw a man yesterday.
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| I asked him if he’d wanna
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| Tell me what made him this way.
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| He said, when it’s born, it’s warm,
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| Then it gathers strength in lies,
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| When it falls, it falls all over you.
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| He used to pick his friends.
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| They left him in the end.
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| An easy thing to lose,
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| The right to pick and choose.
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| When it’s born, it’s warm,
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| Then it gathers strength in lies,
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| When it falls, it falls all over you.
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| He said he left his wife,
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| The back-bone of his life.
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| Another came along,
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| But now I guess she’s gone.
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| When it’s born, it’s warm,
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| Then it gathers strength in lies,
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| When it falls, it falls all over you.
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| I think I used to see
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| That old man on TV,
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| Can you be the same?
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| It seems like such a shame.
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| When it’s born, it’s warm,
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| Then it gathers strength in lies,
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| When it falls, it falls all over you.
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| The world he thought he knew,
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| Has better things to do.
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| As I went on my way
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| I thought I heard him say:
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| When it’s born, it’s warm,
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| Then it gathers strength in lies,
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| When it falls, it falls all over you. |