| In the corner of the city
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| There’s this vibrant little kid
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| Loves to sing and play his air guitar
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| In the way that I once did
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| He has all the world’s ambition
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| But he lives on borrowed time
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| With his terminal condition, he’ll be gone before he’s nine
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| Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers
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| You begin to see faces that you know
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| They could be you and me, you never know
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| Which way the wind may blow
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| Which way the wind may blow
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| In the corner of the city
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| There’s a man in lonely plight
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| So-called friends no longer visit
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| Family stay out of sight
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| See, he used to be a doctor
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| But his illness is full-blown
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| Now the very folk whose lives he saved refuse to help his own
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| Salvador, Salvador, Salvador, Salvador
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| Salvador, Salvador, Salvador, Salvador
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| Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers
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| You begin to see faces that you know
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| They could be you and me, you never know
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| Which way the wind may blow
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| Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers
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| You begin to see faces that you know
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| They could be you and me, you never know
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| Which way the wind may blow
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| What you gonna do if it hits your street, hits your home?
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| Ah hah, could you deal if you found you’d been disowned?
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| Mmm-hmm Tell me, don’t you be a judge of another’s fate
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| 'Cause the day you do
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| You will find that a higher hand will judge you too
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| I want you to understand
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| Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers
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| You begin to see faces that you know
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| They could be you and me, you never know
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| Which way the wind may blow
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| Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers
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| You begin to see faces that you know
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| They could be you and me, you never know
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| Which way the wind will blow
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| Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers
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| You begin to see faces that you know
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| They could be you and me, you never know
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| Which way the wind will blow
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| Sometimes when you look in the eyes of strangers
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| You begin to see faces that you know
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| They could be you and me, you never know
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| Which way the wind will blow |