On the streets I have no home,
In a doorway all alone,
At night it gets so cold,
No one for warmth to cuddle or hold,
Day after day it’s always the same,
People rushin’ past they’re in the fast lane,
Somewhere to go, somethin’ to do,
Oh why can’t I have a life like you?
Instead am sat at the bank on my pitch,
Waiting and praying to get that hit,
I have my regulars who give me change and a smile,
That makes gettin’ cold and wet worth the while,
Rush hours comin’ there’s people thick and fast,
They’re making me dizzy, how long will it last,
Sat out here it’s like Groundhog Day,
So until my break, that’s just the way…
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