| That night I was walking and walking
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| I found myself in an open square
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| The square was dirty full of garbage
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| Paper plastic tin cans
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| There where people sleeping on the benches
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| With blankets made of cardboard
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| I wasn’t comfortable
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| And I judged from what I saw
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| Stinking filth contempt
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| One of them smiles at me and says
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| 'Hey, don’t go losing your today
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| Hiding your soul
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| In your solitude
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| I’ve skipped from society
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| And a token that keeps us true
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| Keeps us true
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| 'Your face is my life,' he says
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| 'And the day shines better for the view
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| The birds talk amongst themselves
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| And their words tell tales of you
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| Tales of you
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| 'We are the winners
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| If we unclose our eyes
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| The feeling’s not what it seems
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| The healing waits in our skies
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| Wait in our sky
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| Wait in our sky
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| 'Hey there
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| Before you walk away
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| Show me the smile that says
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| 'I'm not alone'
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| You see what you want in me
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| Because this crazy life
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| This crazy life
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| This crazy life is my home
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| We are the winners
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| If we unclose our eyes
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| The feeling’s not what it seems
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| The healing waits in our sky
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| Wait in our sky
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| 'Hey there
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| Before you walk away
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| Show me the smile that says
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| 'I'm not alone'
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| Oh you see
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| What you want in me
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| Because this crazy life
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| This crazy life
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| This crazy life is my home
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| This crazy life is my home
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| We are the winners
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| If we unclose our eyes
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| The feeling’s not what it seems
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| The healing waits in our sky
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| Waits in our sky |