Down this dark street I wander
I wait for the sun to come again
There’s a man in the shadows
He asks for a cigarette
I have nothing to lend
So I’m on my way
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Why do I wake up this early
The worms have not yet woken
And all the other birds are still in bed

My head’s full of questions
And I offer no answers
The facts have been biased [?]
There’s no truth
Just [?]