Sometimes I feel
That I’m not belonging here
In this world of pain and sorrow
But I know that I have to carry on
From time to time
I know it isn’t crime
To feel the way I feel
But the life is hard and real
A hidden corner on an empty street
A pound of bread an’ a peace of meat
A bottle of whiskey an’ I pint of beer
That is all I need
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