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Who cares for the guy at the end of the bar He won't last long and he won't go far He's destined to drown in the tears of his past destined for nothing yet destined to last Who cares for the man at the back of the queue well, it couldn't be me and it couldn't be you but he's lost and unowned and he's standing alone and he's both of us joined in a world of his own |
Who cares for the drunk lying down on the street He's had so much sauce he no longer has feet He's not our concern as we wander on by as we search for distractions for both of our eyes I'll care for that man I'll have a kind word Buy him a drink In his own fucked-up world I'll bear with his slurring his stink and his stare and come tomorrow I'll be drinking there |
Inspired by another night in Messrs. Maguire. Yes, those are the original two verses in the photo.
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