You see that endless line? They're victims of our time
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Who's only crime was to bank on their fathers dreams
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To work hard all your life, to raise your family with your wife
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And to survive all the heartaches and bad breaks fate may bring
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But dreams are seldom real and an aching heart won't heal
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Standing in a line for a meal at a strangers door
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As night begins to fall, they lay down in the hall of the mission
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Of the Salvation Army that is loosing the war
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And they dream of home, where someone's waitin'
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Waitin' by the phone at the end of their rope
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But come early dawn as dreams are fading
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They're hanging by a slender thread of hope
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Now it's closing time again, she turns her collar to the wind
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Goes running in the rain to a friend on the way back home
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To hold the only joy the world did not destroy
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A laughing little brown eyed boy she calls her own
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Though he leads her by the hand and tries to be her little man
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He's really still too young to understand her quiet fears
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Oh bills weigh on her mind and she hates her daily grind
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'Cause time for romance was impossible to find these last few years
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Now they're goin' home, where no one's waiting
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Weary to the bone, she tries to cope
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Sitting there alone, while slowly fading
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She rocks to sleep her slender thread of hope
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The news comes on at ten, the public servant will explain
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How pouring water on the drowning little man will solve the mess
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To save our way of life and to help us all survive
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Those with nothing will now have to stay alive on even less
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And as he spoke these words of wisdom
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Like a cruel joke beyond his scope
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With just one stroke from his fountain pen
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He cut the last and final thread of hope
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Slender Thread Of Hope
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| Steppenwolf |
