| 2 A.M. |
| a southbound junction — innocence takes flight
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| Common sense has lost all function — stranded in the night.
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| The albatross has flown the nest — he’s breaking family ties
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| He recalls his mother weeping with her hands held to her eyes.
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| His alcoholic father was too drunk to know or care
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| The rod not spared had spoiled this child — his only son and heir.
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| The city lights have pulled him southward — magnets in his mind
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| Where the streets are paved with gold and lady luck is kind.
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| «The boy only wants some attention — he’s wasting our time
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| He’ll never survive on his own — for he’s no son of mine.»
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| There’s thousands more just like him — seeking love they’ve never found
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| No hearth and home to call his own — our fox has run to ground.
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| His father taught him right from wrong (and beat him black and blue)
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| Caressed the boy with his clenched fist the only way he knew.
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| He never went to school that much 'cause he could not disguise
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| The weals and bruises on his legs — the rings around his eyes.
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| He only needed a family to help him to shine
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| All he has is a ticket to ride on the poverty line.
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| He stirs from his gin and tamazapam coma
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| To find while he slept someone has done him over
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| His things are all missing or strewn 'cross the floor
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| And he can’t quite recall the events of the evening before.
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| As cars race by our young prince waits behind his cardboard shield
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| «OXFAM"crown upon his head — his thumb a sword to wield
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| A shoddy-clad knight of the road — the quest is underway
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| Drawn by glowing street lights in the night — and smoke by day.
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| The city lights have pulled him southward — magnets in his mind
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| Where the streets are paved with gold and lady luck is kind.
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| «The boy only wants some attention — he’s wasting our time»
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| (he only needed a family to help him to shine)
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| «He'll never survive on his own — for he’s no son of mine»
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| (all he has is a ticket to ride on the poverty line). |