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We walk by them and judge them by their demeanor
Maybe to us they would be more appealing if they were cleaner
See we look right through their pain to the pane behind them
But we still can’t see ourselves clearly in the glass
Because these days life moves fast and the only thing that matters is capital gains
So when we don’t drop a dollar or dime for the man on the street we have no shame
Because the blame isn’t ours
The blame belongs to those who tell us that the man on the street is just some addict
Kicked out of his parents attic for being too aggressive
And for flunking out of school for doing things that he was told were cool
But how could we know if we don’t know him
But how could we know if we don’t know her
We don’t know, and we probably won’t ever
But maybe next time instead of buying an overpriced warm drink
Just wait and think
And ask yourself if it would hurt to give to someone who lives in the dirt
And can’t afford a warm place or even a warm shirt
Nothings free in this world
The place is getting meaner
But one thing people on the street can afford is their own private theatre
The one where they watch people walk by them and judge them by their demeanor
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