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A painted jug without a handle
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A torn and shabby faded rug
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He's a secondhand dealer
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Getting deeper into debt
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He's a secondhand dealer
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And he wants what he can get for nothing
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His body's broken like that handle
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His clothes are shabby like that rug
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He's a secondhand dealer
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Dragging rubbish up a stair
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He's a secondhand dealer
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Breathing heavy 'cause the air costs nothing
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Trips on a ?????
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Knocks a cuckoo clock onto the floor
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Leans on a table
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Which collapses and falls right into the door of a cupboard
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Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night
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Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight
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A man in such a poor condition
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Can't have so very long to go
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For the secondhand dealer life is quickly rushing by
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And the secondhand dealer will be glad 'cause he can die for nothing
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Gets out a bottle
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He's a heavy whiskey-drinkin' man
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Walkin' in circles, doesn't see the stairs
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He falls and breaks his neck, he's a goner
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Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night
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Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight
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Will anybody mourn his passing
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Will they pull down the dirty shop
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Of the secondhand dealer, can we say that someone cried?
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For the secondhand dealer, he was born and then died for nothing
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For nothing, secondhand dealer
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SECONDHAND DEALER
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| The Searchers |
