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Foy Vance

There's a man in the corner and his clothes are worn And he's holding out his hand You could see in his eyes as the people walk by He knows they don't

He thinks I'am gonna drown, He said 'Boy you can't keep commin round here And then gettin outta line I'am gettin tired of throwin you out every time I

She came from the cold wet Dropped her luggage bags Looked the concierge in the eye Said, "I need a room for the night, But I don't got no money. Would

There's a man in the corner and his clothes are worn And he's holding out his hand You could see in his eyes as the people walk by He knows they don'

Baby, don't cry There's nothing to fear So, just close your eyes And disappear Into the night And fly to the clouds And when morning comes If I'm not