| Look at him working wearing his hands to the
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| bone just to prove where he came from
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| The man’s always worried, the man only worries
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| himself if his pay and his bellies of mention
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| If we had the money, we’d climb our
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| way back down somehow
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| and if we’re in the garden don’t you know that
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| our bellies are full
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| His eyes always moving licking about as they
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| please, you know he’s always in question
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| hair falling about him favors fair please and
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| polite very fond and glad to have known you
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| If we had the money, we’d climb our way
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| back down somehow
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| and if we’re in the garden don’t you know that
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| our bellies are full
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| now that heavens out the way
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| Don’t you feed them hungry or to hold somebody
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| when you’re sleeping through that night all alone
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| hold tight maybe we’re all hungry and lonely
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| cause those fires don’t burn well alone
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| Look at him moving, listen to feet falling bare
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| on the stone all about him
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| that tamborines ringing, those bells have all worried their minds
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| because there’s no sorted of safety here
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| our bellies are full now that heavens out of the way.
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| Don’t you feed them hungry or to hold somebody
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| when you’re sleeping through that night all alone
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| hold tight maybe we’re all hungry and lonely
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| cause those fires don’t burn well alone |