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That young boy without a name. Anywhere I'd know his face.
In this city the kid's my favorite to see I've seen him, I see him every day.
Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father, the kid half naked
And said to myself "O, what's the matter here?"
I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses
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