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See vagabonds in tattered burlap clothes
Enircle isolated campfire lights.
Worn-out dreams collect their dust and ash
Still emanating sweaty, stagnant fumes.

He wanted to play football, he had said,
And she, to be a doctor...all for naught.
What's tragedy seen through the eyes of man
Is comedy seen through the eyes of God.

They didn't really had it in their blood,
They knew it wasn't ever in the cards,
But people will believe until they die.
And chase their fixes till they're pacified.

You're living in lonely, lonely, world,
And girl, you'd better check your ticket twice;
That midnight train just plummets straight to hell.