| There’s a man
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| Sits outside in front of Grazi’s cafe
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| Dirty clothes, a bedroll and a smile
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| He rubs his hands together
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| Says «mister can you spare me some change?
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| I’ve been down on my luck for a while»
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| Yet I 'm a soul survivor
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| I sleep under the freeway signs
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| And I’m here to remind you
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| Be a friend of mine
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| Oh be a friend of mine
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| There’s a famous picture
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| From the war in Vietnam
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| Little girl running on a road burned a screaming
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| Thirty years later
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| She met the man who called down the napalm
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| Did he lie
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| When he begged for forgiveness
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| She said I’m a soul survivor
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| God’s grace has set me free
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| And I’m a living reminder
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| So think about me
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| Oh can you think about me
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| I know this world out side
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| And it is no bed of roses
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| We need each others hand
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| To take us through the night
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| (Guitar Solo)
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| Soul survivor
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| Everybody needs a helping hand
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| We’re all here to remind us
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| The white man, the black man, red man, all men
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| Soul survivor, yea yea yea …
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| I’m a soul survivor
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| Be a friend of mine
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| Oh be a friend of mine
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| I’m soul survivor
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| Be a friend of mine |