When we meet again
Just refer to me as "back then"
Or pretend not to recall
Ever knowing me at all
Or hanging round my door
Begging for more
When you begin
Playing to win
That's when the losers rush in
I got better than you
At jumping the queue
To get closer to seeing who's who
A man without a home
Is never alone
Well, just look at what he's got
The whole parking lot
In those unsheltered places
There's always other faces
Take mine for a start
It's like a modern work of art
Disturbing and lacking in heart
Just refer to me as "back then"
Or pretend not to recall
Ever knowing me at all
Or hanging round my door
Begging for more
When you begin
Playing to win
That's when the losers rush in
I got better than you
At jumping the queue
To get closer to seeing who's who
A man without a home
Is never alone
Well, just look at what he's got
The whole parking lot
In those unsheltered places
There's always other faces
Take mine for a start
It's like a modern work of art
Disturbing and lacking in heart
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