Poor man sits all alone
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Counts about nothing he owns.
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You see him there but you walk on by
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His cup of change is running dry
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His whole world is cold and gray
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He didn't eat a single thing today
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But that don't phase you at all
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Cause you got your life together and you'll never fall.
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When I see through the eyes of the One who gave us His Son
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And loves us all the same, I can't just walk away
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Cause how could I defend when I've got so much to
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lend So quick to turn my back to anyone that asks
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You say he's just a thug
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Hooked on alcohol and hooked on drugs
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But you're human just like him
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And when God gives you His grace
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He know that you'll still sin
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Don't close your mind so tight
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Nothing you say will make it alright
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And this person still won't have home
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Except these streets that he's always roamed
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There's not much difference between us
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We're all just drawing straws and he got the shorter one.
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We see an ugly dirty bum
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It's in your point of view and he's so beautiful seen through...
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Drawing Straws
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| Too Bad Eugene |
