| Sad old man nobody loves him
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| Every morning I would see him sleeping in the dew
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| He never noticed me as I passed by
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| I’d walk by slowly staring at the holes worn through his shoes
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| Wondering how he managed to get by Sad old man nobody loves him
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| Sad old man has no place to stay
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| And nothing to claim but a broken down park bench
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| And a newspaper blanket on a cold winter’s day
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| The afternoon would come; |
| I’d see him begging by the square
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| While I was in the crowd without a mind
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| And had I been alone, I would have told him someone cared
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| But it never bothered him for he was blind
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| Sad old man nobody loves him
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| Sad old man has no place to stay
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| And nothing to claim but a broken down park bench
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| And a newspaper blanket on a cold winter’s day
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| Sad old man how long will you be here
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| Sad old man how long can you stay
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| For if you should leave who’ll take care of the park bench
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| And the newspaper blanket would be left by the way |