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Well I'm walking this lonely streetbut I'm far from bein' alone'
Cause everyone I meet,has nowhere to call home.
So they move onfrom day to day,just to stand in a line.
Well my mother she comes to meand begs me not to fight.
For the sake of the family,I have to stay out of sight.
So I move onfrom day to day,just to stand in a line.
On the road againfor a job I never find.
People talking...as if we're not their kind.I got a handbill,says there's work up here.
Left my homeland...and paid a price too dear.I've come to the end of the linethere's too many men,despair in their faces...
Each one of us hoping to find a life,a home, a dream...within the line.I ain't helpless --I just need a hand.
These are hard times,for every kind of man.I've come to the end of the linethere's too many men,despair in their faces.
Each one of us hoping to finda life, a home, a dreama place to be.(repeat)
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