| Man standing with a placard
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| Smiling at the traffic in the middle of the boulevard
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| «God bless, it’s a big mess
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| Got hurt, can’t work and I use to have a family
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| But they’ve gone… away»
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| I recognize his face from another time
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| He does not recall my name
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| Just one slip, one unlucky day
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| What’s yours could be mine
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| The coin toss could go either way… it’s a very fine line
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| Sharp suit with his black boots
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| Got in and made a killin' and retired with a parachute
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| So annoyed with the unemployed
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| Still I gave the bum a dollar and I hit the gas
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| Then I was on my way (what a lucky day)
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| I recognize his face from another time
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| He does not recall my name
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| Just one slip, one unlucky day
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| And what’s yours could be mine (what's yours is mine)
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| Coin toss could go either way… it’s a very fine line
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| All the sinful saints and all the holy whores
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| I still stand to take the blame
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| Just one slip, one unlucky day
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| And what’s yours could be mine (what's yours is mine)
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| One wrong move and I’d hear you say
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| That used to be mine
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| It’s a very fine line
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| (It's a very fine line)
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| It’s a very fine line
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| (It's a very fine line)
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| It’s a very fine line
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| (It's a very fine line)
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| It’s a very fine line
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| (It's a very fine…) |