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Change for the lonely
Trying to fight for
Her family; will do
ANYTHING
To see them
To hold them
See them smile
That glorious smile
Change for the desperate
In the cold begging for warmth
Wanting simple hospitality
I'll do
ANYTHING
for some warmth
So I can go outside
To beg for change
For my family
To see their smiles
To hold them close
Change for the wicked
My intentions were kind
I stole and prostituted myself
To be warm
To go back outside
To beg for change
To see my family
To see them smile
That glorious smile
To hold them close
To hear their heart beat
To know they are okay
Change for the impaired
I was robbed
Oh karma
I have stolen from many
But only one has stolen from me
That is the lord
He granted me family
Then gave me shame
To lay on the street corner
But then when I was clean
I fell back into the pit
Just to find my way home
With my left arm in pain
Gripping my chest because the
Thumbing won't stop
I can't see them
I can't hold them close
I can't kiss them goodnight
I can't see those glorious smiles
But I can hear the heart beat
But it belongs to no small child
It belongs to me
It belongs to me
The fast thumbing belongs to me
Until it stops
Which will be soon
I can't breathe or scream
I can just hear myself
Reaching for a world
So unwilling to lend
A helping hand
Trying to fight for
Her family; will do
ANYTHING
To see them
To hold them
See them smile
That glorious smile
Change for the desperate
In the cold begging for warmth
Wanting simple hospitality
I'll do
ANYTHING
for some warmth
So I can go outside
To beg for change
For my family
To see their smiles
To hold them close
Change for the wicked
My intentions were kind
I stole and prostituted myself
To be warm
To go back outside
To beg for change
To see my family
To see them smile
That glorious smile
To hold them close
To hear their heart beat
To know they are okay
Change for the impaired
I was robbed
Oh karma
I have stolen from many
But only one has stolen from me
That is the lord
He granted me family
Then gave me shame
To lay on the street corner
But then when I was clean
I fell back into the pit
Just to find my way home
With my left arm in pain
Gripping my chest because the
Thumbing won't stop
I can't see them
I can't hold them close
I can't kiss them goodnight
I can't see those glorious smiles
But I can hear the heart beat
But it belongs to no small child
It belongs to me
It belongs to me
The fast thumbing belongs to me
Until it stops
Which will be soon
I can't breathe or scream
I can just hear myself
Reaching for a world
So unwilling to lend
A helping hand
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