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Same way, no way, not in this little town Last to know Last to know about the wayward clown
Away in Buenos Aires Where the hungry fill the streets Every night when the sun goes down
Same way, no way, not in my little town Last to know Last to know about the wayward clown
Away in Buenos Aires Where the peso three times over demands On the dollar where the tango rains down
Same way, no way, not in this little town Last to know Last to know about the wayward clown
One night a mother calls after her son Fallen child on poverty's hands Over there when I wasn't around
Same way, no way, not in my little town Last to know Last to know about the wayward clown
Nails for a coffin Flowers for the babe Tears falling in my little town
Can't see, can't be Not in this town Where a child can't make a sound
At the hands of his mother Where was hope that night? Were my children ok in the wake when I wasn't around?
Same way, no way, not in this little town Last to know Last to know about the wayward clown
Away in Buenos Aires Where the hungry fill the streets Every night when the sun goes down |
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