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living the best he can
hating his deceits.
Living his life
on the cold concrete.
Every morning he rises
waiting for someone to save him.
You see him on the streets
he's just known as dirty Jim
You don't know his story
and he doesn't know yours
but you find it in your heart to hate him.
You won't open the love door.
I see you step over him
on your way to work and to your house.
be thankful for all you have
while he's sharing his meal with a mouse.
Living the best he can
hating his deceits.
living his life
on the cold concrete.
you don't know his story
and he doesn't know yours
but you find it in your heart to hate him.
You won't open the love door.
Living the best he can,
hating his deceits.
Living his life
on the cold concrete.
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