Big Pond - Chronicles of a Drunken Busker | Текст песни

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He makes his way to the same spot every day
And he plays all the same songs
Just coppers in his case, a fake smile on his face
And he's playing everything a little bit wrong
A 'drunk' and a 'waster', and that's just a taster
Of some of the shouted abuse
But he's going nowhere, he's got nothing to show there
And he gives the same tired excuse

He says their ears are immune to my same old tunes
So they walk and pass me by
But this is what I do, and I make my way through
What a way to live my life

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