This crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket Reminds me I had twenty What somebody said to someone You'd think that worries him Laid out on the newsstands Or even sinful publications
Chorus: See the haze on commonplace streets, You're back again
So we walk on different streets Taking time no one seems to notice Outside you're all smiles When inside I know you're hurten
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This crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket Reminds me I had twenty What somebody said to someone You'd think that worries him
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