She calls out to the man on the street
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"Sir, can you help me?
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It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep,
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Is there somewhere you can tell me?"
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He walks on, doesn't look back
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He pretends he can't hear her
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Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
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Seems embarrassed to be there
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Oh think twice, it's another day for
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You and me in paradise
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Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
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You and me in paradise
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She calls out to the man on the street
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He can see she's been crying
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She's got blisters on the soles of her feet
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Can't walk but she's trying
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Oh think twice...
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Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
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Oh lord, there must be something you can say
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You can tell from the lines on her face
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You can see that she's been there
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Probably been moved on from every place
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'Cos she didn't fit in there
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Oh think twice...
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Another Day In Paradise
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| Phil Collins |
