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Selling papers on the corner,
I saw a man yesterday.
I asked him if he'd wanna
Tell me what made him this way.
He said, when it's born, it's warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
Selling papers on the corner,   I saw a man yesterday.   I asked him if he'd wanna   Tell me what made him this way.   He said, when it's born, it's warm,   Then it gathers strength in lies,   When it falls, it falls all over you.