| Out in the heat and the dust, well survival is tough
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| When he puts out his hand, yeah he’s an angry young man
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| You say he don’t feel no pain 'cos he’s the man with no name
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| And the streets are his bed every night
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| And the boots on his feet, they walk a long lonely street
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| To the Heartbreak Hotel, out on highway to hell
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| You say he don’t feel no pain 'cos he’s the man with no name
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| And yet the streets are his bed every night
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| Oh why should we care?
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| It’s another world out there
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| But could you change your point of view
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| It could be me, it could be you
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| Under bushes in the park, and shop doorways after dark
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| And all the losers and the lost, just surviving in Jack Frost
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| You say they don’t feel no pain, all them people without no name
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| And yet the streets are their bed every night
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| Say she don’t feel no pain, when she’s out there on the game
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| Yeah she walks along this street every night
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| I say you don’t feel no pain 'cos you’re the man with no name
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| And I wonder how you can sleep at night |