| God of the rich man ain’t the God for the poor
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| God, men, and the state hospital is closed, and wouldn’t you know?
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| Winos and office girls in the park
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| Wanted you alone to walk beside her
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| Wanted you alone to live beside her, it was morning
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| Better roads with light on them
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| Can your diamonds talk to you?
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| Can you see them shine?
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| Keep them hiding in your room
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| Can they guide you in your time?
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| Can they guide you in your time?
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| Windows were broken by your dear one’s hands
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| Gates left swinging by your dear one’s hands, an old book salesman
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| Asked if he could step in
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| The sidewalks you slept on held no rest
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| Gave away the money you saved in your trust, you’re sorry now
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| Light hits you funny at the time
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| Can your diamonds talk to you?
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| Can you see them shine?
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| Keep them hiding in your room
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| Can they guide you in your time?
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| Can they guide you in your time?
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| The sidewalks
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| You slept on
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| They’re so broken
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| They’re so broken down
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| I’ll meet you there
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| I’ll meet you there
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| Years before, and the trees would start to bloom
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| You walked outside, wanted back in your room, what did you hope for?
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| Turn the corner while you slept
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| God of the rich man ain’t the God for the poor
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| God, men, and the state hospital is closed, and wouldn’t you know?
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| Winos and office girls in the park
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| Can your diamonds talk to you?
|
| Can you see them shine?
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| Keep them hiding in your room
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| Can they guide you in your time?
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| Can they guide you in your time?
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| Can your diamonds talk to you?
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| Can you see them shine?
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| Keep them hiding in your room
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| Can they guide you in your time?
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| Can they guide you in your time? |