| VERSE
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| He’s always alone, wrapped up in his plight
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| With his hands in his pockets he’s walkin' in the night
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| With his dark eyes lookin', he’s a poor boy
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| His dark eyes lookin', he’s a poor boy
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| VERSE
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| He can’t seem to keep any buttons on his clothes
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| And the shoes on his feet are pinching on his toes
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| And his hair wants a cuttin', he’s a poor boy
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| His hair wants a cuttin', he’s a poor boy
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| CHORUS
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| Hey (now, now) poor boy
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| What’s it all about?
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| Hey, poor boy
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| Can you hear me when I shout?
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| VERSE
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| Well, he’s workin' ev’ry day, slavin' for his pay
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| And all the pretty women they love to swish and sway
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| And they always overlook him, he’s a poor boy
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| They always overlook him, he’s a poor boy
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| VERSE
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| Well, May turns into June, walking through the park
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| And way off in his world he’s a-dreamin' in the dark
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| With his mind on fire, he’s a poor boy
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| His mind on fire, he’s a poor boy
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| (REPEAT CHORUS)
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| (INSTRUMENTAL BREAK)
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| VERSE
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| Well, the streets are alive, ev’ry body laughs
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| People come and go and they’re snappin' photographs
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| And he’s over by the river, he’s a poor boy
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| He’s over by the river, he’s a poor boy
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| VERSE
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| Well, spring has come and gone now
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| And how much time you got?
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| Time’s a-flyin' by, yes, an' summer’s gettin' hot an' he’s
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| Lis’nin' to the thunder, he’s a poor boy
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| He’s lis’nin' to the thunder, he’s a poor boy
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| (REPEAT CHORUS)
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| (INSTRUMENTAL OUT) |