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when yer down stay down, but then what do i know just a clown in this town, so then where do i go ? any blade of grass, wind�ll bend ya down at last when your luck�s run out, n they don�t know you n yer left with no doubt, what does that show you ? n like any piece of trash, wind�ll easily roll ya passed when you�re gone stay gone, what does that tell you why should they take on, when they can sell you ? like any old piece of sky, the wind�ll easily pass ya by when you ever gonna come back home quit yer roamin get me alone |