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My clothes are all ragged and torn
I've been here since early morn As you pass by I feel your scorn and your hostility You never look me in the eye as you hurriedly pass by in your expensive suit and tie and your hostility It's demeaning to beg each day I don't want to live this way You have your job, you have your pay and your hostility I hope some day soon you may find life has treated you unkind then perhaps you will change your mind and your hostility
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