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Pitiful jack

 

He's behaving like a gentle man

with a hat too large and a dirty court 
He knows how we believe the stranger 
He can show you the darkest alleyways

He is the shadow from industry
To get the trust is easy for him
Did you see him saying truth
He's exactly the importer

He's always running under dark gray skies
His friends start to work before you sleep
He's been looking at his side is gone through his eyes
How did he grow up and escape from clime？

 

He's searching for someone starving
Make the money by something stolen
But he should not hope such a life
If this world was kind to him

He's just a poor boy
He don't know anything
He can be all right anywhere

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He's always running under dark gray skies
His friends start to work before you sleep
He's been looking at his side is gone through his eyes
How did he grow up and escape from here