| «Oh You did not have a home
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| There were places You visited frequently
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| You took off Your shoes and scratched Your feet
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| 'Cause you knew that the whole world belongs to the meek
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| But You did not have a home
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| No You did not have a home
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| And You did not take a wife
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| There were pretty maids all in a row
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| Who lined up to touch the hem of Your robe
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| But You had no place to take them so
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| You did not take a wife
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| No You did not take a wife
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| Birds have nests foxes have dens
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| But the hope of the whole world rests
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| On the shoulders of a homeless man
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| You had the shoulders of a homeless man
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| No You did not have a home
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| Well you had no stones to throw
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| You came without an ax to grind
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| You did not tow the party line
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| No wonder sight came to the blind
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| You had no stones to throw
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| You had no stones to throw
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| And You rode and ass' foal
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| They spread their coats and cut down palms
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| For You and Your donkey to walk upon
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| But the world won’t find what it thinks it wants
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| On the back of an ass' foal
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| So I guess You had to get sold
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| 'Cause the world can’t stand what it can’t own
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| And it can’t own You
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| 'Cause You did not have a home
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| Birds have nests foxes have dens
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| But the hope of the whole world rests
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| On the shoulders of a homeless man
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| You had the shoulders of a homeless man
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| No You did not have a
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| Birds have nests foxes have dens
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| But the hope of the whole world rests
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| On the shoulders of a homeless man
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| You had the shoulders of a homeless man
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| And the world can’t stand what it can’t own
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| And it can’t own You
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| 'Cause You did not have a home" |