I feel the wash close down the street yet chaplin walks feet nine fifteen And I hear them call his name and I see him turn away they take him in And clean him up they take him in and strip him down dry his skin and feed him wine And I hear them call his name and I see him turn away asks to use the phone yet he Lives alone he lives alone there's no one home to phone sits alone home alone calls His hone his own wife is still unknown
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