| You can learn a lot about life from Moss Park
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| I’m 20 years in still scared of the dark
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| I’ve seen it all, I sleep under the lights
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| I got scars from the tar and bites from the night
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| Alright
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| It’s alright
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| I sleep in late on the grass when it’s nice
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| The park bench baby when the air is ice
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| Breakfast is hot, handout church rice
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| Begging and scrounging, men are mice
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| Rise and shine, crack a beer
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| 365 Saturdays a year
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| I’m starvin', I can not eat no more
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| I’m lyin', I can not cheat no more
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| I’m beggin', I can not keep no more
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| My soul, my will, my heart
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| I’m living dark
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| Man I’m living dark
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| In Moss Park man I live in the dark
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| I live in the da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ark
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| I’m fucked up man, beyond belief
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| I’m quiverin', shiverin, there is no relief
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| I’m on the shady side of the street
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| I’m starched, I’m parched
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| Barely out of the heat
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| I just collapsed, I will awake all confused
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| Can’t remember if I was just fucked up or abused
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| I go hard, I go high
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| I chirp at the passers on the side
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| And wear a hat that reads «too high to die»
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| I’m starvin', I can not eat no more
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| I’m lyin', I can not cheat no more
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| I’m beggin', I can not keep no more
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| My soul, my will, my heart
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| I’m living dark
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| Man I’m living dark
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| In Moss Park man I live in the dark
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| I live in the da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ark
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| It’s getting dark
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| It’s time |