| The streets are filled with routine today
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| I can see it in their faces
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| I Couldn’t even chisel a smile to greet a stranger
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| When our eyes caught passing
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| But your eyes they turn away
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| Oh could it be from shame or pity
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| But I know inside what it means to be a man
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| Don’t have pity for me
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| Well don’t have pity for me
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| Well don’t have pity for me
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| Well don’t have pity for me, cause' I’m not sorry
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| The professional people running to their holes
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| To their borrowed buildings
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| To their borrowed spaces
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| Minutes early everyday
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| Well you wouldn’t want to miss your own funeral
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| Sitting back in your big old chair
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| Sliding down your first cup of coffee
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| And then you glance at the sign on the desk that says awful empty man
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| Don’t have pity on me
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| Well don’t have pity for me
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| Well don’t have pity for me
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| Well don’t have pity for me, cause' I’m not sorry
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| Let’s take a walk down a back street
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| Are you afraid of who or what you might meet
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| Well your mind it holds the demons but your attitude creates them
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| Must everything be judged by
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| Material equations Added up by
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| A one dimensional man who thinks this world is his market
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| What can I make
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| What can I take
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| And you
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| Have pity for me |