No one said I was playing this song
here on the corner to make a living.
I just needed an excuse to go
anywhere but home,. They sing
along to songs no one's ever heard
and your pocket change is all I need
for a new start.
I sell my soul for a penny a thread,
a dime a note, a quarter a memory
and it's all I need to keep myself
from going back
to a homeless man's home.
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