In the snow there
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Stands a hurdy gurdy man,
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With his frozen fingers
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Plays as best he can.
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Barefoot on the ice
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He shuffles to and fro
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And his empty plate
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It only fills with snow.
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No one wants to hear
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His hurdy gurdy song,
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Hungry dogs surround him
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and before too long
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He will fall asleep
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and then before too long
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He'll just let it happen,
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happen come what may.
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Play his hurdy gurdy
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till his dying day,
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Watching you, old man,
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I see myself in you.
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One day I will play
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This hurdy gurdy too.
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Hurdy Gurdy Man
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| Sting & Police |
