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I saw an old man on the street he was in a dumpster lookin’ for somethin’ to
Eat he moved so slow like a dyin’ dream like a machinist who got caught in
The machine I saw this lady and she was cryin’ she said it’s hard when someone
You love is dyin’ I saw this kid who was about 5 years old he was in the park
All alone he was cold there’s something coming around as wicked as it may seem
As wicked as anything could be I know this girl she’s barely alive she’s all
Haggard she’s only twenty-five she said she never had a friend before I said
’hey girl I’ll be your friend but who’s keepin’ score’ I saw this other little
Girl on the phone her mother comforts her from far from home the little girl
Was very hesitant her best friend lie dead on the pavement I always end up
Back on the hill lookin’ down at the landfill I always go there when I can my
Friend marty said tim you’re a lucky man
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