| Tramp moves on to the end of the street
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| I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet
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| For some there’s a future to find
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| But I think they’re leaving me behind
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| The world hurries on at its breakneck pace
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| People fly by in their lifelong race
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| For them there’s a future to find
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| And I think they’re leaving me behind
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| The chances they come, but the chances have been lost
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| Success can be gained, but at too great a cost
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| For some there’s a future to find
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| But I think they’re leaving me behind
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| The wind sweeps up and goes back to its tree
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| The rain flows by and moves on to the sea
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| For them there’s a future to find
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| But I think they’re leaving me behind |