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(Olson/Louris)
God of the rich man ain't the God for the poor
God men and the state hospital is closed
and wouldn't you know
winos and office girls in the park
wanted you alone to walk beside her
wanted you alone to live beside her
it was morning
better roads with light on them
can your diamonds talk to you
can you see them shine
keep them hiding in your room
can they guide you in your time
can they guide you in your time
windows were broken by your dear one's hands
games left swinging by your dear ones's hands
an old book salesman asked if he could step in
the sidewalks you slept on held no rest
gave away the money you saved
in your trust you're sorry now
lights hit you funny at the time
can your diamonds talk to you
can you see them shine
keep them hiding in your room
can they guide you in your time
can they guide you in your time
the sidewalks you slept on
they're so broken
they're so broken down
I'll meet you there
I'll meet you there
years before and the trees would start to bloom
you walked outside wanted back in your room
what did you hope for
turn the corner while you slept
God of the rich man ain't the God of the poor
God men and the state hospital is closed
and wouldn't you know
winos and office girls in the park
can your diamonds talk to you
can you see them shine
keep them hiding in your room
can they guide you in your time
can they guide you in your time
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