He was passing my world Whistlin' the melody In the simple suit with hands in his pockets Dirty pieces of paper Was floatin' in the air And he was marchin' Over'n'over again.
I've never seen his face. Never heard his melody I've never known that world Is a part of his tragedy.
Trampling the povement Of my quiet life Smashing the puzzles made of human souls He was spittin' with hate red as the blood And I just wonder why he let me feel his sad.
And steel I wonder why He let me feel his sad Maybe oneday I'll know the reason
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