| See him cuddled in the shadows
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| Sleepin' on his cardboard bed
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| Using rags for a pillow
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| Where he lays his unwashed head
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| His blanket’s old newspaper
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| Not much good against the snow
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| See so many like him out there
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| When you walk the night patrol
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| When you walk the night patrol
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| Oh, you wonder where he came from
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| Where he’s gonna go Was it a woman or a bottle?
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| That’s brought him down so low
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| What’s happened to his family?
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| Do they know he’s out here in the cold?
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| He’s just a nameless soldier
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| Marching on the night patrol
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| Marching on the night patrol
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| Like that girl on the corner
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| She can’t be more than seventeen
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| She’s run away from somewhere
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| Taking nothing but her dreams
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| Now those dreams are lying shattered
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| As the street exacts its toll
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| And she’s just another victim
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| Lost out on the night patrol
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| Oh, you could ask me why I’m out here
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| Where do I fit into the scene?
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| Now I’m drawing unemployment
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| Got replaced by a machine
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| And I’m tortured by my bad habits
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| Sometimes, I lose this struggle to control
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| And the street has its attractions
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| When you walk the night patrol
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| When you walk the night patrol |