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this crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket
reminds me I had twenty
what somebody said to someone
you think that worries him
laid out on the newsstands
read the sinful publications
see the haze on commonplace streets
you're back in
so we walk on different streets
taking time, no one seems to notice
outside you're all smiles
when inside I know you're hurting
see the haze on commonplace streets
you're back in
this crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket
reminds me I had twenty
what somebody said to someone
you think that worries him
see the haze on commonplace streets
you're back in
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