God in the landscape
Devil's on the pavement
A baby, dirty beggar
Nobody's gonna save him
His face smeared with dirt
Caked from days ago
A shadow in our footsteps
Nobody wants to know
We've got places to go
Bed sheet made of cardboard
Mattress made of stone
Shelter on a doorstep
Another night alone
Not a normal place for
A boy yet fully grown
Just another night
For the beggars of Leon
We've got places to go
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