| Well, I’m wandering these city streets
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| There’s nothing here for me
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| All I see is people running round
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| Buying shit they don’t need
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| There’s a man begging down on King Street
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| And he grabs me by the wrist
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| He says 'Son, you know what the biggest killer in this world is?
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| It’s not money, not drugs, not guns'
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| He said, 'It's loneliness
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| And it’s killing me
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| Mm, this loneliness
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| It’s bringing me down'
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| And he’ll sleep where the darkness falls, he won’t get no curtain calls
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| And he’s only got one pair of shoes
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| But he’s got more serenity than the rest of humanity
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| They’ve been tricked into waiting in queues
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| And his father is dying, he’s got something inside of him
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| It makes him feel more wrong than right
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| And his mother’d be lying if she said she weren’t crying
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| Herself to sleep every night
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| Every night
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| He sees a woman waiting at the station steps
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| Her conversation fills the air
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| She’s telling the world about the trouble she’s seen
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| But no one can hear
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| And he wanders into a church with its doors wide open
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| And he’s welcomed in with a half-hearted smile
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| Some guy tells him he’s found all the answers
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| To things like money and drugs and guns
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| Old man says, 'What about this loneliness?
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| 'Cause it’s killing me
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| Mm, this loneliness
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| It’s bringing me down'
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| And I’ll sleep where the darkness falls, I won’t get no curtain calls
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| And I’ve only got one pair of shoes
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| But I’ve got more serenity than the rest of humanity
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| They’ve been tricked into waiting in queues
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| And my father is dying, he’s got something inside of him
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| It makes him feel more wrong than right
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| And my mother’d be lying if she said she weren’t crying
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| Herself to sleep every night
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| Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
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| And my father is dying, he’s got something inside of him
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| It makes him feel more wrong than right
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| And my mother’d be lying if she said she weren’t crying
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| Herself to sleep every night
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| And my father is dying, he’s got something inside of him
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| It makes him feel more wrong than right
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| And my mother’d be lying if she said she weren’t crying
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| Herself to sleep every night
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| Every night
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| Every night
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| Every night
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| Well, I’m wandering these city streets
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| There’s nothing here for me |