He sleeps alone in the damp
and rests his head upon a door
the only bed
he knows is the floor,
the tramp
turned up collar and worn out
shoes
he doesn't care 'cause he hasn't got nothing to lose
He sleeps
alone in the damp
and rests his head upon a door
the only bed he knows is
the floor,
the tramp
no companion to take him home
his only
friends are the kind that just leave him alone
no one knows just how lonely
his life has been
in a world that lives in a dream
He sleeps alone in
the damp
and rests his head upon a door
the only bed he knows is the
floor,
the tramp
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