[K. Vanderhoof]
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Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade
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A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame
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Friendless he appears, he hides behind his tears
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For things he's lost, or things he'll never have at all
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The forgotten man wanders misplaced in the world
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Obscurity is all the eye can see, and I recall
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All alone again
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As we pass on by and continue with our day
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Can we appraise the quality of life some other way?
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All alone again
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When you take a longer look at someone on the run
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You may see reflections of yourself becoming one
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Take an extra moment when you find yourself at peace
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To think about your values and your own affluency
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Everything you've worked for and everything you've done
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May be thrown by the wayside, and you're not the only one
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Everything around you may seen worn and overused
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But imagine yourself removed from all that you're used to
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All alone again
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Once an influential man, once was in his prime
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He spends his days repeating lines like "can you spare a dime?"
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Shunned by those loved you and by those who were your friends
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Can you adjust to a different life of living on the edge?
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The destitute find meaning in a different way of life
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The doorways that they dwell in are shelter in the night
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No shining crystal possessions set out for his display
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His purpose is to find the food to get him throught the day
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All alone again
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Roaming aimless through the streets of supply and demand
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Once a gypsy disconnected, no more, no future plans
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Self discarded king of ruin, worthless to the world
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Fight to keep his sanity, his voice is never heard
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You may think it thoughtless and his mind is on a string (?)
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He always seems to find a reason to get him through the day
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All alone again
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He staggers down the alley to drink his spirits by himself
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As he prays to God that he wakes up somewhere else
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Anthem Of The Estranged
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Metal Church |