| He was young once more than bones and blood
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| Now he’s shaky with a liars face
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| He was empty except for whiskey
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| He said he loves it but he hates the taste
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| She was home sick, had a nervous tic
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| She’d like to grow but was afraid of change
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| She was lost once, found a home but
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| The family said
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| The family showed up so she couldn’t stay
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| I get nervous and I’m often sick
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| This is where we were led
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| I heard they’re living hand to mouth now
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| Well at least they get fed
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| They were held up, it’s hard to tell but
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| He looked better in his younger days
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| She was stuck there, she needed bus fare
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| Someone to help her out and count her change
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| To him she’s beautiful, her movements musical
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| He liked the way she spoke of time and space
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| They had blank stares, they were worse for wear
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| But who am I to say they should change
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| It helps her when she weeps
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| She only seems to weep
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| Only when I sing |