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There's a man on the corner With his hands holding tightly To his hat so it won't blow away With a girl, with her hands in her pockets Holding tightly to her money So she won't blow it today It's all the same, everyday. When he gets home from work There's his children already in bed Without seeing his face today And the girl, with empty pockets Spent her money, she might as well Throw her wallet in the fireplace 'Cause she is the L And he is the O For us, Liars Out there, And she is the V And he is the E For the Violence in Everyone And we might spell you We're nothing like you And when his kids grow up old Ad have children of their own Thy swear they will never wear Te same size hat their father wears And the girl, now a women Says she's happy, and thanks God For Jewelery and single millionairs Cause she is H and he is the O for us, Humble Orphans, And she is the P and he is the E for Potential in Everyone, And we might spell you we're nothing like you. |