once upon a time

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Wandering through this repressed land
I find myself living as a random man
No place worth stopping, no place
Worth going to, just another
  Rolling stone trying to survive
On life's lengthy highway.

Looking into garbage bags grab
Hold of a can don't let go its all
This random man has, other peoples
Food in this lost land, used to be
A worthwhile man then the bankers
Changed our lives stripped us of all we had
 Now I wander, no home, no hearth.

I hear the clamour of voices at night
Claiming it'll be alright though I
Can't see an end in sight, believe I will
End up as a wandering random man.
Only thing I have left is to be the best I can.

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