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waste of space is what they are told little change is given with a scold tattered clothes and a worn out face regardless of age they all look cold It doesn't make a difference Some followed their dreams while others filled their veins with venom to spark the pain inside the seems   It doesn't make a difference We all have choices As we choose apartments They choose park benches As we choose which stiped tie They choose a free flannel from a thrift store on the SouthSide So get in their shoes Though they may not have any Lay your head on a cold brick wall And beg for a penny Watch every face pass by like a ghost   Like the ones that haunt you in your sleep As your body tries to sink into the street Just try to feel bold And then maybe think to ask next time What's it like out here alone in the cold?
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 4:04 AM UTC
It doesn't make a difference
waste of space is what they are told little change is given with a scold tattered clothes and a worn out face regardless of age they all look cold It doesn't make a difference Some followed their dreams while others filled their veins with venom to spark the pain inside the seems   It doesn't make a difference We all have choices As we choose apartments They choose park benches As we choose which stiped tie They choose a free flannel from a thrift store on the SouthSide So get in their shoes Though they may not have any Lay your head on a cold brick wall And beg for a penny Watch every face pass by like a ghost   Like the ones that haunt you in your sleep As your body tries to sink into the street Just try to feel bold And then maybe think to ask next time What's it like out here alone in the cold?
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 4:04 AM UTC
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