This crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket
Reminds me I had twenty
What somebody said to someone
You'd think that worries him
Laid out on the newsstands
Read the sinful publications

See the haze on commonplace streets
You're back again

So we walk on different streets
Taking time no one seems to notice
Outside you're all smiles
When inside I know you're hurtin'

See the haze on commonplace streets
You're back again

This crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket
Reminds me I had twenty
What somebody said to someone
You'd think that worries him

See the haze on commonplace streets
You're back again


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